what if you held the world in your arms? (part 2)

She nestles into the plump leather seat on the train, knees to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs. She rests her head on them and stares blankly out the window with eyes that are searching...

The small bag feels warm against her side and comforts her, a familiar presence in the otherwise deserted car. They made it. They got on the train, and there is no turning back.

The train's whistle blows and the girl's stomach turns in tandem with its wheels. Slowly, determinedly, the machine begins to pick up speed.

What if.

Watching the fallow glade with its whispers and groans disappear out of view, she sighs - lightly, for she cannot bear to take too deep a breath just yet. She has never been more relieved or more frightened in all her life than she is in this moment. As much as she knows what she's leaving behind, she has no idea where these tracks are taking her. This is her Wood Between The Worlds, and she's all caught up in the underbrush.

Here. Now. In this moment.

What if.

She rests her forehead on her knees, closes her eyes, and sleeps.