The last train of the night is leaving soon. Platform nine-and-a-half — the one you can only see when you're tired.
The conductor is a tall, quiet person who never checks tickets, only looks at your eyes to see if you're ready.
She looked at your eyes. She smiled and nodded.
You are ready. All aboard.
The train moved slow through the purple night, past fields of sleeping flowers, soft and white.
Each window showed a different dreaming scene — a mountain here, a shore, a valley green.
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Steady rhythms help big feelings soften into rest.
