Accidently taking.

A girl on the subway is listening to her headset, lip-syncing, and bobbing, or more accurately banging, her head. Her eyes are getting all contorted, squinty-like -- you can tell that she really feels it. Somehow (someone must have told her) our eyes catch, as if when lugging an over-sized bag through a turnstile. The glint is lost -- her exuberance settles down into the muck, the riverbed of the subway. Unsuccessfully, I stir the silt with my feet, hoping to fling it back into the air. Her attention bores into her lap, and I am sorry.