Sleepy heads

Travelling makes me sleepy. Perhaps its the rocking of the vehicle, perhaps its the boredom. I don't think I'm alone. You can almost always find one person in the tube carriage that's dozing off. The two people sitting in front of me this afternoon did make me smile though.

They were a couple. The lady caught my eye as she had bright pink fingerless gloves on. It wasn't a particularly cold day and they were very bright pink wooly gloves. They were sitting next to each other and holding hands- they both held both of each other's hands- as they chatted to each other. It was quite sweet and I glanced at them a few times over my book during the journey because it was a cheerful thing to see. On one of these occasions I noticed they had stopped talking and had actually both fallen asleep with their heads stuck together, as if they had fallen asleep while leaning towards each other for a kiss, hands still locked. That was quite sweet, too. I continued reading and a short while later, noticed that they had woken up and were chatting again, hands still together. And a little after that they were asleep again- heads together, hands together.

They got off at Whitechapel; they did each release one of the other person's hand as they walked off the tube.