Morning Commute
Subscriber story for Lucky_Ray
By Limewah
18+

Ruby was leaning against the window of the train as it moved. His elbow rested against it, his fuzzy lynx-paw knuckles leaning against his vulpine snout. He was dressed comfortably in a hoodie and jeans - the lack of a dress code at his IT job was one of its handful of perks
His owl-wings were folded comfortably around him to give him a bit of extra warmth. His hair, the tips of his pointy ears, and his wings were tipped with emerald green - the fur on his face and front, as well as his feathery plumage, were a creamy beige which graduated to a sunset orange as it went further back along his body.
His free paw was cradling a well-loved little rectangle of aluminium and plastic, pressing the little clicking buttons until music piped from it, through the connected earphones, and into his ears
Music was the one thing that made Ruby’s long morning commute go by quicker. 
He’d kept his nigh-on-decade-old music player in very good shape. It meant he could keep his phone buried deep in his bag and resist the urge to stare at it and overstimulate his mind.
And he could use less of that anyway - he’d been very… pent-up, lately, for lack of a better word.

The music was usually either something soft and folksy, or a meditative sea of string-instruments. Something that would get mind centred and calmed, collect himself ahead of the day’s work. The sound allowed him to be present, noticing all the other details of the world around him. The gentle click and thump of the train passing over rail tracks, the millimetre swaying as it made its way along. The gradually changing ratio of trees to buildings as he got closer to the city. The change in temperature as more and more people piled onto the train, and the seats around him became occupied.

It was almost as refreshing as the previous night’s sleep. 

This particular morning, he felt like he was in the mood for something he could doze off to a little. He didn’t sleep great the previous night, and since he was travelling to the end of the line there was little chance of him missing his stop.
This was a little different to his usual material. It was a simple drone, long extended chords that had a comforting, soothing regularity to them, along with the ambience of a rainforest - birdsong, rustling leaves, chirping frogs and the like.
There might have been some words in there too or some other ambience, but they were very decidedly hidden in the background, and Ruby was too tired to pick them out.
He was more than content to sleep through it. His eyes felt especially heavy, too. Comfortably so.
As his mp3 player went back into his pocket, he allowed them to flutter closed. 
The speed and ease with which he drifted off to sleep didn’t really surprise him. Lately, the music plus the rhythms were more powerful than any lullaby. In fact, it was less of a drift, more of a plunge…

“Forget.”
Snap.

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