Matthew Streifel

All the Stops

The sounds of luggage banging around and voices straining to be heard over one another were barely audible through the fog of sleep. Ali’s head vibrated against the glass as the train began to move. The window was hot from the eleven o’clock sun, which is what woke Ali. Narcolepsy had only affected her for the past year. As a result, Ali did not remember boarding the train. Everything else seemed to be in order so she did not let it bother her.