Every time you step on the tracks they start to rumble. Once you heard train whistles. But a train has not passed by yet. It's been five more days. Twenty-four.
You were thirsty once so you drank your water. It didn't taste good. You drank it all so you wouldn't have to drink it again.
Some days you wonder if any of this is real. You feel like you are wandering nowhere in a weary haze. But whether or not this is real, you are here. And you must get to Kansas City.
You spend the hours imagining Kansas City. It is scratchy and it moves and darts and shifts with a grin. It is hands lifted to the sky. It is excitement underscored with a small, content smile.
It's been so long since you've smiled. You don't remember how. But you will remember when you get to Kansas City. You walk.
