[ CW ] Describe the room you 're sitting in , maybe r/doodle will sketch it . This would be a test of how someone processes your words .

I stand on a busy train. Not full of people, but enough that bodies are started to move into the gaps between luggage holds and bicycle spots. I stand in the doorway of the train with 7 other people and a dog. The elderly blonde woman next to me sits on the only fold out seat as he red coat contrasts the dull colours filling the rest of the carriage. The floor brown, the walls white plastic and the passing scenery just a blur of dark green and white as the train rolls through town. Silence fills the small room. The couple to my left stand close checking similarly shaped smartphones. The women dressed in white and black with a dark green handbag, her apparent lover in a drabb outfit; navy top, grey tshirt and dark blue jeans. The most stand out part of their appearance? The fact the woman wears circular shades at half 4 in the evening. The man next to them bears a grey cap and a bored expression. His hair ridden navy jacket and black trousers would have given away he owned a dog if the sleeping white and brown patched animal did n't lie at his feet. It occasionally glances around, but like the other passengers, finds nothing of interest On from him stands an art student. Short blonde hair, large stone grey headphones with a matching jumper and dress as well as striped socks sticking out large brown boots would have given it away, if the bizarrely flowery scarf and large artbag did n't by themselves. Directly opposite me stands a woman lost in thought. She stares out at the blurred hedges and houses as he light green top tries to escape the confines of her denim prison. Blonde hair, denim jacket and tight denim jeans. It's almost a surprise her boots seem look so expensive considering how little effort she seems to have put into her clothes. The final man stands staring up at the emergency information. The green men telling him to break glass in an emergency, call sos and be aware that the only escapes from the train are the doors. Even the bright yellow close and open buttons cant bring a smile to his wrinkled face as he stands in creme. Even his backwards cap quietly boasts the colour. His brown shoes being the only traitors to the cause. Oh wait, my stop
