Sleeping on twilight trains

Dear Heart,
Home. It defies description, truly! There Choe is with Papa's new soup thermosk, unless my drinking habits have changed drastically without my knowledge. I ate spaghetti hoops on toast like a ten-year-old and fooled around with Pippin, who was only interested in me when I had a bag of crisps in my hand. We played cards and Chloe assigned us positions in her "government" - she won one game! Oh, the madness.
Love, Lydia x
P.S. Today a man on the train told me I look sweet when I sleep. He was lying, I look terrible, but I felt ever so grown-up and cosmopolitan when he said so!