Train Ride Home(Written In A Present Tense Form)

This is by far the most boring train ride I have ever been on. The train was bloody unstable and it pressed forward in an unbalanced manner. Swaying from left to right for the most part, I tried to keep myself occupied by peeping out of the curtain to see if there was anyone in the aisle. Minutes later, I grew bored of that, and that was when I pulled out my Nokia N73 to listen to some music. It didn't take long for me to grow bored of that too. Feeling unoccupied and hungry, I looked out of the trains reinforced glass window, and what I saw didn't please me at all. I spotted several fast food outlets, which were so named; Pizzahut, McDonalds, and Kentucky Fried Chicken(KFC for short). My tummy grumbled even more after that as the thought of eating anyone of them fast food outlets delicacies came into my mind. My craving for food indicated that I was so desperately hungry. But I hadn't any choice but to endure this feeling of hunger as if I were to go and get a snack, there will be no one back to look after my bag.

Being on the last coach of a train where 10 other coaches separate your coach and the diner coach; leaving your bag amidst a bunch of people who are unknown to you is something you wouldn't want to commit to. A while later, I spotted an incandescent lamp, which was fixed on the wall not too far from where I slept. I then saw a toggle switch, which by my reckoning was that of the lamp's. Without hesitation, I pushed the toggle button to the left which then turned the lamp on. The ancient incandescent lamp gave off a bright yellow glow amidst the dark corner where it was fixed to. This was sort of like an achievement for me as I came to appreciate the wonders of Thomas Edison's creation. Also, I kinda admired Thomas Edison, cause I think of him a very optimistic person. Having 99 failed attempts in inventing the light bulb, he told the press that instead of failing, he actually discovered 99 ways not to make a light bulb. Brilliant don't you think?

Besides that, I keep noticing this guy who frequently walks back and forth the aisle. Pretty strange don't you think? But I think he probably drank or ate too much of liquefied substances, which must have been filtered by his kidney's a wee bit too fast. The bed's on the other hand were awfully uncomfortable. The mattress was so hard, that pushing your finger an inch deep through it was an almost impossible task. The bed sheet however smelled like Tuna, which I reckon was the last meal the previous passenger had before he departed from the train.