Speeding through the trans-bay tunnel, I surrender to its darkness. There is no end.
Wind swishes around the cars, and the brakes squeal when the train rounds a bend.
Have I, somehow, entered a space tunnel. A t the end of the car, a woman sings a lullaby, calming her crying baby. The child sobs itself asleep, two fingers buried deep between clenched teeth. A deep sigh echoes throughout the car. O ut the window, the face reflected back is not mine.