Shoe Tunnel

Shoe sits in the tunnel concourse, blue lights flying to and fro and in front and behind him, through the window and illuminating his face and his eyes.  The walls and ceiling are light and dark grey, and the floor's carpet is a dark red and purple.  Pressure mounts on his face, and the wind ruffles his hair and eyebrows.  The air hisses as the wheels hit the train tracks and doors open and close.  He opens, and then closes, his eyes, waiting for the next exit.