Pranks! - Time-stop Train ~free ((better))ze Time And Play Naughty

I stepped close. Too close. She couldn’t object. I traced a finger along her sleeve. Then I pulled her ponytail elastic out, just to see her hair fall. Then I unbuttoned the top button of her coat. Just to see. Then the next.

I stepped back. The silence pressed in. I looked down the frozen train—at the upside-down newspaper, the swapped phone, the mustached baby. My little kingdom of stolen seconds. My stomach turned. time-stop train ~freeze time and play naughty pranks!

The first prank was innocent. I walked onto the silent train car and gently turned the businessman’s newspaper upside down. Then I swapped the teenager’s phone with the old lady’s knitting pattern. Then I drew a tiny mustache on the baby with a marker from my bag—washable, I’m not a monster. I stepped close

I reached out and buttoned her coat back up. Carefully. Then I tucked her hair behind her ear, the way she’d probably done herself a thousand times. Then I sat down across from her, just watching. I traced a finger along her sleeve

The coffee steamed. The man sneezed. The pigeon flew. The baby cried. And she looked up from her book, blinked at me across the aisle, and smiled—a small, private thing. She had no idea. None of them did.

My heart did a stupid little jig. I’d wished for this a thousand times—more time, stolen time. And here it was.

But I knew. And I’d never un-know what I almost became when no one was watching.