The train slowly pulled into the Burbank Amtrak Train Station at the Bob Hope Airport  pretty close to departure time at 10:40pm. I had been waiting, in extreme anticipation, for about an hour. I was nervous, it was late and I was traveling alone, and the temperature dropped making me cold. I am not a fan of cold. I was standing on the platform, as patient as possible, towards the end of the train. The attendant looked down the lane at me and instead of taking the tickets from the people lined up in front of him, he pointed me out and asked for my ticket. I pulled it up on my phone. He scanned my bar code and  quickly directed me to the front of the train where the sleepers are located. So, I proceeded to the front of the train. As I was approaching, there were two attendants standing  at attention, waiting...for me. The first one called out my name, “Sharon.” “Yes, that’s me,” I replied.
“This way. I'm Carl. I already turned down your bed. Breakfast is at 6:30am. You are in room 14.“
Carl placed my carry on in the designated space and opened the panel door to my sleeper. Carl said, "Goodnight." I stepped the one step into my sleeper. Yes, it was turned down, awaiting my desperately needed slumber. I was able to take a nice hot shower to wash off the day, and any undesirable touches I may have made. I changed into my sleeping attire, for this occasion, my  USC sweats and T-shirt. Once my head sank into the soft, fresh pillow case, I wrote this recap and closed my eyes for a warm, cozy sleep. Train sleep is the  absolute best. The gentle sway of the car as it rocks back and forth on the tracks is so soothing to me--like being rocked in a crib. Baby, goodnight!