6.09am

I actually fall asleep on the bus this morning, curled up against the window, my head thumping against the glass. I wouldn’t have done this on the 136, but this bus is new and shiny - so new that I feel like I’m supposed to take my shoes off when I enter.

I wake up sharply to the sound of someone’s ringtone. Every syllable pierces the stale air, threatening the bus’s fragile temperament. It plays through three times; nobody owns up.