Typical travelling tidbit

Why arrive early when you can be frantically toeing the line between right on time and drastically late? Where's the fun in sitting for 30 minutes while you wait for the train to depart? Although there were many things I could (and should) have done, being one of the early birds just wasn't happening for me today.

Literally 73 seconds after I jumped on the train the slam of the doors put my beating heart to normal tempo. 

Originally I was going to have lots of time, but considering I missed the first train that was going to take me to the main station, I had to wait for twenty minutes for the next one. Put simply, the whole thing could've easily been avoided if I had gone to sleep before 1:30 instead of watching a movie. However, I only got 3.5 hours of sleep when I was rudely awoken by my alarm clock playing Fall Out Boys for the second time. 

It's an unbearable hour, five o'clock is. The birds are awake but the sun hasn't fully risen. Every creak in the house is ten times louder. And as you grope your way around in the dark you find that the furniture and all the objects have conspired to make you trip and stub your toe causing you to mutter unsensical cursings and prayers to keep everyone asleep.

I was alright for time, up until my boots grew legs and hid themselves. When I had to look for them that was the moment I missed the first train.

Then there were problems at the counter when I had to print off my ticket, but nevertheless, I made it on time with the help of the ticket office cheering me on.

This was the first time I travelled by train outside of Paris. The trip took 3 hours, but I really didn't want it to end because I was quite comfortable and fast asleep. I have to admit, I enjoy travelling by train.