Cassandra Asbury-Sensory Language

Sensory Language

We sit in this cold sunlit room waiting on the train

So many people with blank stares

A woman is trying to feed her baby cheerios

The crying baby is so loud the entire room is holding their ears

When she finally stops

We can all hear that the train is near

We step outside onto the platform

The baby is holding a stuffed bear

She reaches for the pot of lilies and

Drops it on its rear

I think to myself “she is so silly”

The train is pulling up

When it stops it sound like it hits a stump

The mother of the baby bends over

While picking her up, she sees a four leaf clover

Her hair smells like lavender

I notice the train door is to high, I might need a ladder

I walk onto the train

I spill my Kool-Aid on my shirt

I know it is going to stain

The mother and baby walk past me

The baby sounds a little gassy

Her mother puts her down and

We are off to the next town