Waiting for Sleep

She can’t sleep. This place is right next to train tracks. Seems to her there’s a freight train going past every half hour. The country doesn’t seem big enough for so much cargo to be transported.

She shifts in an attempt to get comfortable on the mattress. Everywhere she turns, there are springs poking out, digging into her. The bedding smells of age-old sweat and dust. She’d open a window but they’ve been nailed shut. Colin called it a safe house, but she doesn’t feel safe at all. Something about the place freaks her out.

Another train rattles by.