Midnight Train to Stockholm

I was recently summoned to a meeting in Stockholm, a city I had somehow managed to avoid despite living in Copenhagen for years. My Swedish experience, up to this point, consisted entirely of trips to Malmö — the closest Swedish city to Denmark and, more importantly, home to a Costco. As an American living abroad, I am duty-bound to report there every six months so the proper authorities know I'm still alive and to procure my ceremonial barrel of peanut butter pretzels. It's less a shopping trip than a consular check-in.Stockholm, it turns out, is much further from Copenhagen than anyone lets on. My options were to fly or take the train. Flying is technically a one-hour affair, but to make a 9 AM meeting I'd have to wake up at 4 AM, shuffle through security in a fugue state, and land in Sweden looking like a hostage video. I wasn't sure when I'd nap. This seemed insane.Then I had what I believed, at the time, to be a genius idea: the overnight train from Malmö to Stockholm. I'd sleep…