Her eyes half massed, dreaming of a coffee heaven.

The uncomfortable subway seat was no match for her worn-out body.

Leaning her cheek against the sticky silver post didn’t seem to bother her.

By this point she was as relaxed as sleeping in her own bed.

Her left sandal slide off the foot, generating a slight twitch from her lip,

slightly spiking her cheek to slide across the metal bar that supported her form.

The chalk board shrieks of the subway woke her from that trance.

Quickly she noticed her bare foot and without hesitation she put it on,

then looked around in panic.

Her left cheek imprinted with a red mark across it

she jumped up as the trains slivering forced her back down.

Then as the subway made its way slowly out of the station

she must have caught a heavenly sign

as she smiled and closed her eyes for another round.