Today on the train I sat across a man, about 40 years old. He kept staring at me. Made me feel a bit uncomfortable. Oh, well. I wan't planning on switching seats, so I didn't really mind. A few minutes before arriving in Lund I saw him doze off. His eyeballs we rolling around underneath his eyelids. and his head was falling further and further towards his left shoulder. I noticed that his notrils were kind of funny shaped aswell. Anyways. When the train came to a stop in Lund, I thought 'Maybe I should wake him up.. so he doesn't miss his stop". But then I realized this might not have been his stop at all. And besides, he was a grown man, he could look after himself? What scared me the most was though, that I somehow wanted him to miss his stop. To sort of thrill myself. I am such a slob, but so extremely organized at the same time. And I would never in a million years fall alseep on a train and miss I stop. I just can't seem to let myself go. And that's a shame. I wish I could. But I guess, in a meanwhile, I'll let others thrill me. Hopefully, he missed his stop.