Asleep

Get on the bus. Fall asleep. Wake up and you're there.
Greeted by an old friend. A new friend. A complete stranger. A business partner. A lover.
Each city has its own flavour. Its own scent. Its own style.
Break bread over the table. The people you meet, you work with, you get stupid drunk with - for the time being, they are your family. To love, hate, dance with, tear apart, create with.
To hug goodbye, and get back on the bus, read the notes they left in your bag. Fall asleep. Wake up from the dream.