Subway Descriptive Writing

Without hesitation, riding in a bus is the most boring, gloomy places I can imagine being in since it has haunted consecutive saturday mornings. I sat eerily awaiting the early 6:00 bus. The hard cheap metal bench rests uneasy beneath me. I loom in darkness seeing as the rising sun hid fearfully beneath the bleak clouds. The only lights in sight are are the dim streetlights across from me and the faint glow from my phone display. Weakly off in the distance the sound of the crosswalk signal rings monotonously. The ringing is drowned out every so often by a random passing cars wheels violently gripping at the roads concrete surface. The rickety bus arrives followed by the screeching of the worn brakes. The door creaks open and a sudden taste