writing when hungry can sounded warped...(oops terrible spelling)

I sat in the train… on the side seat…all cozy… bag close to me… in a dreamy state of mind…and I cover my head with my dupatta… to punish my damp hair that were flying everywhere…I began writing… the shadow of my hand moving as fast as my hand… covering my words so I could barely see them…felt a shaft of light fall on me…yummy morning sunshine…hmmm…delicious… made my skin look like caramel… made my hair turn a chocolate brown…and I felt like I had honey all over me… thick… warm… overpowering…golden liquid…seeping into all my pores… felt like a warm piece of toast… basking in honey and syrup!!
: ) I guess I was also just a little bit hungry : )