4.3.14: Commute

He’d call her every morning to wake her up and to make sure that she wasn’t late. She’d always pick up, but never before the third ring. They’d get ready for their days, sometimes together and sometimes separately, and they’d go to the train station. They’d split the parking garage fee, and then the train ticket that followed, and they’d always switch who bought coffee on which day.

            He’d always get the window seat because she preferred to rest her head on his chest. The swaying train would ease her back to sleep until they got to their final destination. He’d kiss her head and play with her hair and every once in a while, he’d whisper how much he loved her just loud enough for only her to hear. She already knew but he liked to remind her anyway.

            When they finally reached where they needed to be for the day, they’d get off the train together. They’d hold hands until they reached the outside world, where they’d have to part ways until the ends of their days and the train ride home.