Few moments ago I was walking briskly. But I soon realized that I was running against time. There was a train to catch. It would probably have gone by now.
Or maybe not.
Maybe, there was still a chance and it was the last chance I had.
If only I could make it to the station in the next minute.
I could hear the sound of the train. Its gentle whistle, announcing that it was ready to move ahead. But I was nearby. If only I could tell it to wait for me for a minute.
I sped past the small station building. It was not crowded. And then I was on the platform to see the train leaving. I ran in the direction of the train.
The train was still chugging slowly. If I could run fast enough, I could probably manage to catch it.
I gathered all my energy and started running. I was sweating and panting all along. But catching the train was really important. It was the last chance I had.
I ran faster than the train could leave that place and moments later I was inches away from the last coach. Yes ... I had almost made it ... I could see that utopia, far far away, calling me ...
And then suddenly I suddenly decided to give up my quest.
I slowed down and let the train go.
I bent down and put my hands on the knee and started weeping. But no one seemed to be noticing.
... And I woke up in a cold sweat.