A woman is standing in a window and it is raining and the window is open like a door and she is a painting.
I see her because my train is stopped and she sees the train but she doesn't see me.
At least I don't think she does.
Later I see a waitress with a stack of dirty plates like a baby in her arms,
but she disappears as quick as clicking.
I'm too dumb to believe in ghosts.
