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July 23, 2008
At the start, routine... swipe your card, find a seat, settle in, start reading. Just another morning commute.

Then... it happens.

Sleepiness.

What is it that, no matter how enthralling your book, makes the words blur out of focus until they seem to be swimming on the page?

What is it that, no matter how satisfying your rest the previous night, makes your head bob and loll as you fight to remain awake?

Is it the gentle rocking motion, or the warmth of the crush of bodies? Or, perhaps, knowing that there are forty minutes left before your destination?

Yawn...