Today I’ll be reviewing the nap I had on the train into work.
Everyday my alarm goes off at 6:30 to allow me time to get up, get spruced, and walk to the train station in time for the 7:52 service from Trefforest to Merthyr Tydfil. I was a bit tired this morning, having failed as usual to get an early night the prior evening. Having pushed the envelope of snooze button usage as much as I dared, I got out of bed at 7:18am, and left the house feeling ill-prepared at 7:27. I finally staggered onto Platform 2 of Trefforest Railway Station at 7:47 am, and soon boarded the train.
With my iPod’s headphones encasing my head like Darth Vader’s earmuffs, I embarked on the 40 minute journey into the South Wales Valleys, put my head back on the seat and launched headlong into a dreamless sleep.
I briefly awoke just before the first stop on the trip (Pontypridd) to show the guard my season ticket. He glanced at it for a nanosecond, instantly absorbing all the minutia of information on the ticket needed to prove its authenticity, and interruption over, I drifted back off to the sleep. The Alan Parsons Project was being gently pumped into my brain as I dozed off in Pontypridd station.
Another dreamless sleep followed, punctuated with bursts of music from the Manic Street Preachers, Matchbox Twenty, and Athlete. I slept much deeper than I normally do on the train, and when the train pulled into the next stop (Abercynon) I mistakenly believed I’d slept through the entire journey and had arrived in Merthyr. This worry woke me quite sharply, and irked me when I realised where I was, as I was quite enjoying the slumber.
Upon realising there was still a good half hour’s journey-time remaining, I ploughed back into unconsciousness with all the zeal of a Premiership footballer in a whore house. The next stop (Quaker’s Yard) was missed entirely by myself (result!), and the strains of Evanescence and assorted other groups danced across my subconscious until I awoke for a brief second at Merthyr Vale. Noting that this wasn’t the Merthyr stop I needed, sleep beckoned again quickly.
A few more minutes passed peacefully by before pulling into Troed-Y-Rhiw, where the loud hordes of schoolkids leaving the train made sleep impossible. I dozed lightly until the penultimate stop, Pentrebach by which point I decided to stay awake and stow my headphones and iPod in my backpack (as the distance from Pentrebach to Merthyr Tydfil is very short). I also didn’t want to be asleep at Merthyr, which is the terminus of the line, and accidentally wind up heading back home before I awoke.
So, the nap was pretty powerful, a bit refreshing, but unfortunately interrupted quite regularly. The fact I slept through only one stop was disappointing. The soundtrack to my nap was very good, but then it would be – it’s my iPod. The train journey itself was smooth, with no B.O. monsters around me, and I had my feet by the heater the whole time so I was well toasty as I kipped. Overall, a good nap. Could’ve been longer and had some fun dreams, and been in my bed, but still acceptable given the circumstances.