Stepping carefully down the slippery steps of the station down to the platform not wanting to fall in to you. Treading carefully behind the yellow line to mind the gap and debating which carriage to take not committed yet. 

Jumping on and our train blasts off like a bullet, going so fast, I can’t catch a breath. Inevitably, our train eventually derailed, too far, too quick. 

We got on different trains to avoid colliding again but eventually gained courage to mind our way when descending to the platform. 

Rush hour pushed us in to one another and resurrected us and just as suddenly, the darkness of the tunnel hit us. 

But that’s the thing darling, the circle line always was my favourite.