Dreams: The Perilous Jump

I stood on the swaying train, the familiar rumble of the tracks beneath my feet. My family had already disembarked onto the bustling platform, their figures growing smaller as the train pulled away. I was about to follow suit when a surge of power jolted the train forward, throwing me off balance. Fear gripped my chest as the train accelerated, the world outside a blur of passing scenery. Desperation fueled my decision as I hurled my suitcase onto the platform and leaped from the moving train.
The air rushed past me as I tumbled through the gap between the train and the platform. Time seemed to slow as I landed with a jarring thud, the impact sending shockwaves through my body. Scrambling to my feet, I dusted myself off and glanced back at the train, now a distant speck on the tracks. A wave of relief washed over me, quickly replaced by a pang of worry for my belongings.
Retracing my steps, I found my suitcase lying open on the platform, its contents scattered across the concrete. A tall, distinguished-looking gentleman approached me, his kind eyes offering a glimmer of hope. “Allow me to assist you,” he said, his voice gentle and reassuring. As we gathered my belongings, I overheard someone address him as “professor,” a title that added to his air of authority.
Just as I was about to thank the professor, a shrill whistle pierced the air. I turned to see a second train hurtling towards the platform, its windows a kaleidoscope of faces. A surge of excitement pulsed through me as I spotted my grandmother among the passengers, her face etched with concern. I waved frantically, my voice lost in the din of the approaching train. But it was too late. The train roared past, its windows a blur of motion, leaving me with a gnawing sense of emptiness.
I stood alone on the deserted platform, the weight of my lost luggage and the separation from my wife pressing down on me. The setting sun cast long shadows, painting the scene in hues of orange and purple. The rhythmic chugging of the train echoed in the distance, a haunting reminder of my journey and the uncertainties that lay ahead.

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