The Sleeping Beauty

I remember that moment if it were just some seconds ago.
After a long working day I head home, like every day I took the tramway.
Outside it was cold and the inside of the vehicle gave warmth off.

I never really cared about other passengers. Only if I didn’t caught a seat.
After a while my chance was there. I took a seat, even though had to choose.
Nobody actually dared to come near me, I wonder if I might seem dangerous.
Unknown reasons I never get an answer for. Eventually I’m fine with it, it’s quiet.

Stations and people come and go, the space seems larger.
From nature you start gazing at others, what are they doing or talking about?
I’m the one sitting quietly, making myself comfortable and listening to music.
Truly there were times before I was half awake. My body’s being weak and tired.

I look around, my surrounding is boring, either being on phone or just waiting for their exit.
There’s only one person who catches my eyes, someone asleep.
Alike a little child with a calming smile a girl falls asleep.
Untamed, long ash blonde hair rests on her shoulders. A young face with light olive teint.

Feels comfortable to gaze at her. I marvel that soothing feel it spreads in me.
That’s actually the first time I found myself in such situation. It’s astonishing!
I fight with myself thinking about to wake her. Please don’t miss your stop.
I’m a coward, that’s true. Excuses like don’t to be a nuisance always stop me.

verfasst: 15.02.2018

~Mandy