It Was Almost The Best Day
By: Morgan Theiler
Today is the day, the first day she will go to New York City
by herself. She has been there before and knows how to navigate the streets,
how to find her way from one place to another but she has never done it alone.
As she steps onto the escalator and watches the sunlight disappear she turns
around to look at the subway that she can’t get onto fast enough. She breathes
in the familiar smell, the smell of people, the smell of metal and the smell of
adventure.
She
steps into the subway and finds a seat next to business man. He is so caught up
in his paper and the monotony of his daily commute he doesn't even notice her
sitting next to him. As the train starts to rumble and shake the exhilaration
inside her grows more than she ever knew it could. She can feel her lips curls
into an uncontrollable smile that spreads across her face. The train rocks smoothly
from side to side so she closes her eyes and envisions the concrete jungle she
is about to become a part of. She imagines getting lost in a sea of strangers
each with somewhere to be and an agenda to adhere to. She sits quietly and
let’s her mind take her through streets and alley ways, to buildings she has
never been to before and places that the whole world has seen in pictures but
only she is lucky enough to get to go to.
The rocking of the train begins to
quicken. It is no longer the peaceful sway of the subway she is used to. The
lights above her flicker and the calm businessman is no longer engrossed in his
newspaper. She closes her eyes to return to the day she is about to have but
when she opens them again the concerned look of her neighbors face has turned
to panic. The screeching metal of the wheels is the last thing she hears and
the crisp ironed suit falling toward her is the last thing she sees. She doesn't get to go to the city today. She doesn't get to breathe in the thick
muggy air that she loves and she doesn't get lost in the sea of people that she
longed to get lost in.
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