It's the midnight train and an array of people are loosely scattered in the seats, mostly sleeping or fiddling around on their phone. I spot a man on the opposite side of the train, he appears to be the typical suburban "family man"; he's in the middle of a phone call and is speaking loudly enough for everyone to hear him. How rude. He then quietly sounds some audibly sweet words through the phone, maybe it's his wife, quickly ending the call with an 'I love you' he proceeds to rest his head on the grimy bar next to him and begins silently sleeping. He must really 'love' his wife, he appears to be intoxicated and I can smell it from here, Disgusting I think to myself as the word almost slips off my tongue.
That sudden itch under my fingertips, it's so relentless, it tingles and burns. So much it makes me almost completely disregard the faint burning that is beginning to torture outermost edges of my eyes. I begin fidgeting in my seat, and in an attempt to calm myself I start to think about my girlfriend, her sweet smelling hair and her beautiful emerald eyes. I love her so much I can hardly stand it. More than that man 'loves' his wife.
