An Accident in my Youth

   Once when I was a child, I'd thought the world had stopped.  Everything was dark and silent.  At midnight, I prayed for a train to roll down the railway tracks, something to shake the floors and rattle the windows, something to let us know that we were not alone.  It was something that never came.  
   Not for me.  
   I was alone in the night.  
   And I would forever be alone, with only my hands as my guide, in the dark wilderness that consumed me completely.