by Nyx Hunt
I wake up to a train whistle sounding outside my bedroom window. It is the darkest part of a cold autumn night. I wish I were away with the train. I can feel the cool breeze blowing through the open door of the boxcar I would sit in; taste the tangy night air in the back of my throat. I can feel the power of thousands of pounds of steel barreling down the endless track to destinations unknown; see the twinkling lights of small towns in the distance as we blaze by. Adventure awaits me in my dreams.
Nyx Hunt is a mom and a wife, who loves to go on wild adventures in her dreams.