Waiting for Em

I meet Em at Hove train station last night. She comes back at about 10:20am. I glance into the Station pub as I pass by. I had never though of it as a particularly unpleasant pub, but Andy had been in there on Saturday night, where a drunk man had offered to 'take him outside'. I find a copy of The Metro and read this while leant against the closed newsagent kiosk. People pass by from other trains. A woman sits down on a bench on the other side of the ticket barriers. Em's train comes on time, and I walk her home. I then walk back home and am asleep by midnight.
My sleep is full of vivid dreams.