Two trains, seemingly alike. In all but the directions in which they were traveling. The movements so sleek and smooth, one could hardly feel the rails. They swayed. From left to right. From right to left. Gently, subtlely, like a lullaby.

She looked up from her book to gaze out the window. He looked up from his book to gaze out the window.

And for a millisecond, their eyes met. Two pairs of eyes, both glazed and dreamy. In momentary sync, they kept their eyes locked on each other whilst the trains carried them on a magic carpet up and above the clouds.