Hear that? he asked the stranger in his bed. Train. Comes through here every night, she placed her head on his chest. Sometimes late. Other times early, he said. Always after midnight, a finger drew circles on his stomach.

You ever just wanna jump on it? the skinny blonde asked. Just leave town? her leg crossed over his.

I think about it, he played with her hair; twisting it. Then the alarm goes off. Another day starts. The train is long gone, she rolled over and lit a cigarette. I think about a lot of things, he whispered. About being with someone you love. Some kind of commitment. Tired of the same old, he stopped.

Why did you ask me to come home with you?

Didn’t want to be alone.

Me neither.

I’m glad you’re here.

Me too.