Reluctant

It was easy to get out of bed this morning considering my brain seemed to have no intention of using it. I hit snooze out of habit, not necessity.

At this time of day, the train seems to have orphans; the people here are either early or late to whatever obligation they have. Regardless, nobody seems in a hurry.

The most interesting guy here is a larger, young guy with a long nose, rosey cheeks, and greasy hair. He is wearing a Boba Fett tshirt which makes him appear in the Mandalorian armor. He looks like a very peaceful bounty hunter with his eyes closed, slowly bobbing his head to whatever soothing rhythms contracted killers enjoy.