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#( I'M SORRY GIRL THE MUSE JUST GRABBED ME BY THE THROAT LAKJSDFLAJSDF )
apaise · 2 years
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for the past six months, maddy had been remembering the train that transported her to the place of her dreams. whereas before, her memories would begin at the destination -- a space station, a winter wonderland, a dance session with madonna -- now they started with her waking up on the train. she wondered if the passenger carriage was tailored to her own imagination, or if everyone saw the same futuristic splendor: the glass ceilings and walls and hovering touch screens, complete with a secret tea station and magic oven. 
in the beginning, maddy had merely been ecstatic just to remember the train, that souvenir a blessing and triumph in and of itself. yet as time passed, she grew more curious. though she was an expert with lucid dreaming, this little locomotive proved more difficult to control. once at her destination, maddy could conjure anything she wished: flying puppies, the sts-7 challenger, a palace made of candy kisses. but it was different on the train, as if there were some invisible barrier her imagination would continuously collide with. after struggling for two months, however, she was finally able to exit her cabin into the halls, envisioning a series of buttons and levers that would open the door. 
unfortunately, it was much less exciting than maddy had anticipated, containing other special carriages she could not enter. there were rows of seats with passengers in the open space too, yet . . . they all seemed to be in a dreamy haze, incapable of carrying a conversation. they’d walk to the doors when they arrived at their proper station, but until then, they were more or less sleeping. with that disappointing discovery, maddy turned her interest back to her own passenger carriage, toying with the design until she reached her destination. it was weeks later when she was babysitting a neighbor and watching the polar express when her curiosity was piqued again. the conductor in that film was one of the chief characters, and it had maddy wondering . . . was there a conductor in the dream train too?
she had to find out.
it takes some practice at first. with there being so many different passenger cars, the trek to the front of the train is lengthy. during multiple attempts, maddy spends her whole sleeping hours just traveling through the train, waking up in mental exhaustion. but then she realizes she doesn’t have to walk. in the safety of her carriage, maddy manages to whip up a bicycle. with several gears. and then it’s fast sailing to the front of the train, the girl whizzing down the aisle in order to meet the conductor. when she first arrives at the end of the train, she only finds a wall, not a door, but -- maddy had been in this world long enough to know that wasn’t necessarily a fact. with a bit of work, she uncovers a handle, and she takes it with her heart pounding all the while. but before opening the door, maddy knocks with her free hand; best give them a polite warning before entering without technical permission. 
inside, maddy’s surprised to discover a pretty girl about her age with bleached blonde hair and dark eyeliner, kicked back with her headphones. she doesn’t look like any conductor maddy’s ever seen or imagined -- more like the type to sit at the back of stat class while tuning out the teacher and drawing. 
. . . then again, maybe this job is perfect for that sort of person. 
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❝ . . . hi, ❞ maddy starts, after forgetting to speak for a second. ❝  sorry, i hope i’m not disturbing you, ❞ she chuckles, inviting herself inside and closing the door decisively behind her.  ❝ but as a frequent passenger, i just wanted to thank you for all your hard work, ❞ she beams at the young conductor. ❝  i’m a big fan. ❞ she does always bring maddy to the place she wants to visit the most. ( @feveredblurs​ )
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