A run against time

And I found myself running ... Running really fast, unfazed by the drizzle, for there was a lot at stake.

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.