90- The Girl Sitting on the Train Track

I did not remember how I got there and why was walking by the station, but I was there when saw her sitting on the train track. She was very young and very handsome, although she looked sad and alone. Then I heard the thunderous sound of the train approaching. Everybody were leaving, and she was sitting on the rail track. I could not believe she did not hear it, but the train was getting closer and she was sat on, still,  the rail track .not moving herself. I screamed at her to get out of there, that the train was going to run over her. But she did not move, looked at me and smiled.

I should help, had to get her out of there. Tried to run towards her, but my legs were heavy, I had trouble for moving them. I had never felt so clumsy. Looked down and saw my shoes sunk on the floor. I had a hard time getting them out of the mud that is came up to my knees, it was very difficult to take a step and sink back them into the ground. And the train was getting closer, run faster and the girl was still sitting on the rail smiling.

I saw the smoke from the train chimney, and thought that there were no steam trains in this region from years ago. And at that moment  I noticed something even rarer. Everything around me, the station, the tracks, the train, even the girl herself were colorless, everything was black and white, as if I had passed away or was contemplating the world of the dead.

Or maybe I was dreaming. It must be a dream of frustration, of unfulfilled desires. That is why I ran and could not reach on my goal. That girl sitting on the road would be my greatest wish, my dream unfulfilled and I was going to be hit by the train that was the metaphor of my unfulfilled desires.

I knew how to end my frustrations. Had just discovered that was asleep, but I had to try to sleep inside my dream. Closed my eyes and I relaxed. Felt the wind in my face and notice as my legs sank even deeper into the mud, which slowly engulfed me until I disappeared into it. I continued to relax. Felt good, I was comfortable.

Suddenly elt the cold of the metal on I was sitting, the heels on my feet, and heard the whistle of the train that was very close to run over me..

I would to wake up or die when the train will reach me. pinched myself and felt pain. I was waking up, the pain was physical, it was not imaginary.

Opened my eyes and saw that the world was no longer black and white was full of colors, and sensations. I had awakened, was sitting on a railroad track and a train was about to hit me. Someone at the station was running towards me while shouting to I get out me of there.

I got up and took three steps back. The train passed by my side and the air I lifted stirred my blond hair and made me tremble over my shoes. Stayed there until I saw it disappeared in the distance, as if it had been a bad dream.

Then felt a touch in my hand, turned my head and saw at my old body that asked me if I was well, that it was not worth the suicide, that life is wonderful. I smiled at him and asked him why was here, if he knew what had happened. He seemed disoriented and told me that it was strange, that he did not know how he had arrived to here, neither he remembered had walking to the station, Anyway, he was glad to be here at the time because had saved my life.

I stroked his face and told him that he had given me a new life, that from now on could be happy woman and that would be a completely different person than I had been before meeting him.

Then, he smiled, I imagine he did not understand what I was telling him, but surely a forgotten dream made him feel happy.