Reality

I was standing in the train, as the outside world fell away into darkness. People stood like bowling pins all around, fitted closely, always expecting to be toppled. Five inches was all that we had to wade across to get to each other, but no one made the effort. I had to fight the sudden, insatiable urge to kiss the cheek of the woman standing next to me. I think I wanted to find out if other people were real. Either that or I wanted to make others see that I was real.