Dear Diary:
It was 10:30 p.m. and I was on the D, heading from Midtown to my home in Brooklyn. As we crossed the Manhattan Bridge, the brakes groaned and the train stopped.
The minutes ticked by. A young woman across from me who looked as bleary-eyed as I felt, fell asleep. I soon did the same.
When I opened my eyes, the train was moving again and we were approaching the 36th Street stop in Sunset Park, five stops past mine, Atlantic Avenue. Now I had to get another train to get home.
I got off at 36th Street and crossed over to wait for the train headed in the other direction. I saw the woman who had fallen asleep across from me on the platform. I figured she must have slept through her stop as well.
We both got on the train when it came, and we both got off at Atlantic Avenue. We never said anything to each other. We were too tired.
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