Train Whistle

I am too tired. My eyes are at the itchy and squinty stage.

However...

I just wanted you all to know that I absolutely love that I live in a place where, at night,

when it is cozy in my apartment with our Christmas tree lights twinkling,
and it smelling of cinnamon,
and my roommate is telling me stories about the people she's chatting online with
and my school projects due Friday are half done on my laptop
and half of a chocolate cake is on the counter which is deliiiiiiicious with its drippy frosting
and I am pondering silly boy crushes (it's true, is that embarassing?)
...

that I can hear a train whistle in the distance.

Because that is a sound of safety for me. And peace. And reassurance that things are still moving along

just.
the way.
they're supposed to.

Goodnight.