Dawning

                                  When you're on the train, especially a stagnant one, no signal and on the last drop of battery on your iPod, you are forced to have time with yourself.  That thinking time that you avoid every day so you won't go insane. However, being seated around mostly men at 4:30 a.m. in the morning, you can't do much but sit around and try not to make any eye contact with any of them for the fear that just a glance is a silent invitation. They are curious about why there is a woman at this hour of the night "Is she a stripper? Has she come from a club? Why is she carrying around a big bag?"  Men's disgusting minds just run deep as they either look at me with their peripherals or they have the balls to just stare straight at me. I don't like being looked at. Especially if you're ugly.