I'm laying on the cool metal beams looking up at the stars. The clacking and vibrations are soothing. It reminds me of a lullaby calming an infant. I see the light come around the bend and I'm anxious to meet it. As the train approaches I expect to be afraid. Instead I feel the warm embrace of serenity. I'm ready. Suddenly I'm woken by a violent jolt. I'm confused. Confusion turns to anger as I understand none of it was real. I'm still here. Peaceful thoughts and feelings of tranquility are replaced by those of pain and sadness. I'm forced to go on. They say life is a gift. If so, I would like to return this one. It's defective and broken. I never asked for it anyways.