Friday night 11:30pm; packed.
People push and squeeze to get in the car.
Push!! Squeeze!!
I'm pushed to the back of the car. Squeezed against the door. My back to the door, I reach my hand out to the wall for support.
Little Japanese woman next to me. In her twenties.
As the train moves, she makes no effort to hold her ground... hold her space. She leans into me like a little rag doll. It's like I have my arm around her.
The car shifts she leans the other way. She looks to window and the world outside passing by. Her face pressed to the glass of the door.
We come to a stop. Doors open, our side. The car is so crowded people can't get out. We step out so people can get through. I watch her as she stands outside the car waiting. It's cold.
We come back in.
I try not to have my arm around her this time.
I think, somehow, it was comforting for the both of us.
People push and squeeze to get in the car.
Push!! Squeeze!!
I'm pushed to the back of the car. Squeezed against the door. My back to the door, I reach my hand out to the wall for support.
Little Japanese woman next to me. In her twenties.
As the train moves, she makes no effort to hold her ground... hold her space. She leans into me like a little rag doll. It's like I have my arm around her.
The car shifts she leans the other way. She looks to window and the world outside passing by. Her face pressed to the glass of the door.
We come to a stop. Doors open, our side. The car is so crowded people can't get out. We step out so people can get through. I watch her as she stands outside the car waiting. It's cold.
We come back in.
I try not to have my arm around her this time.
I think, somehow, it was comforting for the both of us.
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