My jaw dropped.
"Wh- How?" I asked
"you were furrowing your eyebrows and you've changed positions." he said.
Is he a saint?
"Changed positions? people move around when they sleep." I retort.
"Yeah, but they dont furrow their eyebrows when they sleep. Plus, i saw you opening your eyes just a little before."
I did?
"I did?"
"Yup"
oh he's a saint alright.
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Train Station
Short StoryA boy, a girl. Strangers. One train, one seat. © zahraunique All rights reserved
