When I get home that night I am not on the train anymore, i am in my bed. But in my dreams I am still onboard, going to the stations all along the line and waving cheerily to the other passangers the entire time.
"Do you like driving the train?" I speak into the special phone for talking to the driver only. He doesn't answer, because I never pulled the little lever (it is not an emergency). I know he is nodding though, I am very sure he heard my quiet question.
I get back on the train later that day. It's far quieter now, the discarded cups, papers and crisp packets of commuters long gone seem to be my only company. "It's like a museum" I say to myself, for you are no longer with me. "A special museum, all about today". I smile.
"So this is 'The train', it's like riding in an extra long car!" I cried, face pressed to the glass window. "Yes!" You reply, "all the comfort of a limo (the longest car) and thrice the speed!" We both nod, happy in the knowledge that the driver is our friend now.