The train That never Arrived

"I was heading to my cousin's wedding, or maybe a job interview, it changed depending on who I asked. I had a small suitcase that kept feeling heavier even though I'd barely packed anything. The train was already moving when I got on, and a conductor with a really kind face told me my stop was "coming up soon." It never came up. We passed a station with a lit-up clock, then another that looked identical, and I started counting them until I lost track. A woman across from me was peeling a tangerine and kept offering me slices. I took one every time and it never ran out. Then a jump, and I was on foot in a long hallway with carpet like an old hotel, following arrows on the wall that pointed in slightly different directions. I knew the destination was just past the next corner. I knew it the way you know your own front door. But the corner kept being another hallway. I wasn't even upset, really, just tired and puzzled, checking my ticket that had no writing on it. Woke up still holding the edge of my blanket like a handle."