As I expected, it started to snow. After one hour of watching the snow falls I felt quite shattered and surrendered for rest, I was worn out yet so content. I always enjoyed sleeping onboard the trains whenever I had the chance to travel. Somehow it gave me a sense of ecstasy.
Although the compartment where I was sitting wasn’t terribly warm, yet my big fur coat and woollen cloths made it cosy enough. And as I laid my head on the window I could feel the train’s jolting back and forth, yet that didn’t hamper me from sleeping.
I was circumnavigating in a deep dream when I was awaken by the ticket inspector, which was so annoying. He endorsed my ticket by hole puncturing as I handed it to him then he gave it back to me. I put it back in my pocket and closed my eyes again.
"It was going to be a very long journey", I said, therefore it was unfeasible to sleep all the way through, and so I opted for reading instead and go to sleep when it gets darker. I grabbed my guide book and started reading, simultaneously visualising myself already in those places.
After hours of reading my eyes were no longer able to operate, it was almost 4pm when the night closed in its curtains, lights of the nearby cities illuminated in the darkness and chimneys were whiffing their white smoke up in the sky.
How I envied those people sitting in their cosy homes by the fire place watching the snow fall!!!
I love that you use new words. Very descriptive, very creative, come see me Tue 8 for detailed corrections if you are so inclined.
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