Endless bus rides

I  used to hate riding buses. But I have, though I do not know how to describe this feeling exactly, fallen for them and have accorded them much respect now. I take them every day to Bulacan, Cavite, Pampanga, to Batangas soon, and maybe Tarlac.

Their seats upholstered in faux leather, plastic, or sometimes shabby rubberized textile, provide me something the bed in my room has not given me for a long time — sleep.

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