“I had a nightmare.”
“What happened?” her voice was a whisper between sheets and ruffled pillowcases.
“I dreamt that you died.”
The train ricocheted off the walls of the black tunnel, joined to the tracks by a set of screeching sparks. The carriage was decorated with marker pen and Stanley knife scratches while the woman with the dead voice repeatedly reminded us in a crackle over the intercom not to put our feet on the seats.
Another haunting one from bceaton. If you're not familiar with the story of Orpheus and Eurydice, it will help to read this first.