serena + quiet storm 📻 + waiting to exhale

c'mon baby — do the loco motion

I’m on Amtrak right now, in one of their “roomettes.” The space is closet-like (but with a huge wndow) and it’s mine for eleven glorious hours. There are two soft-ish chairs, and bunk above me could click solidly into place, Murphy-bed-style, after an attendant yanks it from where it’s folded toward the ceiling. The sleep I’ve had on Amtrak bunks is up there with the best rest I’ve ever had. That includes falling asleep, with sunblock on, by a lapping and clean body of water. That includes the sleep that arrives like a shove after a long jag of weeping. I wish I could climb up in that bunk tonight (there are li’l stairs), but I can’t afford to fall into a Sleeping Beauty slumber. So I’ll stay on this cozy reclined seat, sipping icy ginger ale with a straw.

I love Amtrak and also talk about it here:

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