Melbourne Train Girl had heard her phone beep that morning, but, too tired to look, rolled over and closed her eyes to get just a little bit more sleep. It wasn't until much later in the day that she remembered and checked her messages.
It was the Short Boy.
She read his friendly greeting from sunny Deutschland and when she got to the end of the final "wish you were here" jumped up and danced around in an erratic little circle, clutching the hem of her cream tartan skirt and shaking it as she ran on the spot.
Once her little fit of euphoric dancing was over, Melbourne Train Girl ran and skipped to find someone to share her excitement with. Her sister was not very impressed when Melbourne Train Girl chanted "I got an SMS, I got an SMS, I got an SMS!" over and over whilst jumping up and down in her long black boots, waving her phone in the air.
Her sister's indifference didn't matter one bit, however, as Melbourne Train Girl had enough excitement pouring out of her toes to keep a small dance troupe energised for at least several performances.