A smile crept onto his face when the locomotive came into view. Everything seemed perfect, the honking of the horn, the flashing headlights blinding him, the screech of the wheels on the tracks as the conductor braked as hard as he could. The almighty power of this thing was what had made his life so happy. Whenever someone told him off in class or his parents shouted at him for arriving home late, even a wedding with the woman he loved was gone when he said that phrase. But he didn't care, as these things zooming all around him always bought joy to his life. He remembers sitting on one as it hopped up and down, it's perfect little horn whistling a cheery tune, the sky flashing multi-coloured whilst rainbows engulfed the scenery. He wished to revisit that moment again, to experience the pure happiness that he never felt again in his life. Until now. Again, he was sure he was going to reach peace, to be atop one of those beautiful things, the things that bought so much life into his otherwise dull, colourless and boring world.
It was closing the gap now, going as fast as the speed of light. He lifted his head, flicking blonde hair out of his blue eyes and spread his arms out, his body soon silhouetted against the dark brown tracks. A small smile spread on his face it honked it's horn twice more. All he could hear was the equivalent of a birds sweet as honey song in the crisp of the morning. Finally, within the last few second before it would grab him and take him to the everlasting place of happiness, he closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and said in the same tone as always:
"I like trains."