The Midnight Train
Leo lived in a small, quiet town. Every night, at exactly 12:00, he heard a sound. It was the whistle of a train. Leo looked out his window. He saw an old, silver train on the tracks. It moved slowly. It had no lights, but it shone like the moon.
Leo was curious. One night, he walked to the station. The platform was empty. The air felt cold. Suddenly, the silver train arrived. It stopped without a sound. The doors opened. Nobody got off. Nobody got on.
Leo stepped inside. The seats were soft velvet. The windows showed stars, not the town. A conductor walked toward him. The conductor wore a blue hat and smiled. "Where to?" he asked.
"Where does it go?" Leo whispered.
"To the places you dream about," the conductor replied.
Leo sat down. He saw mountains made of gold. He saw forests with purple trees. He saw cities in the clouds. He felt happy. He felt safe. The train traveled fast through the night.
After a short time, the train stopped. The doors opened again. Leo stepped out. He was back at his station. The sun was rising. The silver train was gone.
Leo walked home. He felt different. He touched his pocket. Inside, he found a small, silver ticket. It had no words on it, only a picture of a star. Every night now, Leo waits for 12:00. He watches the tracks. He knows the train is waiting for him. He knows that dreams are real if you are brave enough to ride.
Would you take a train to your dreams?