Waiting for the night train

She washed her blouses today. She hopes that her favorite velvet chemise will be dry by the evening. She leaves with a night train at 11.45. Where is she going this time? She doesn't know for sure, nor does she know well enough where is she now. She just came here to stay for a few days, just another temporary place.

The room fills with smoke as her mind fills with thoughts.

She goes to the other room, lays down and waits till the evening comes, wondering where will she be tomorrow.