Memoirs of the Invisible Man

The pretty girl didn't really notice the invisible man when she took her seat next to him on the train.

Who would? His eyes flinched away the moment he saw her bright face and slim figure walking through the carriage. His body shifted closer to the window, his head bowed down.

An hour later her head is lolling against the invisible man's shoulder as she drifts in and out of sleep. He dares not break the spell of her gentle breathing and elegant perfume.

He watches out the window as the train pulls away from his station.