It was a windy day. I was on my way to home. I got on subway and sit down. I was breathing in my scarf. I was tired, I wanted to go home. Some time passed and I stopped at Kwaski station. I spent the energy I gained on the subway by running home. Out of nowhere, I felt like a man was following me. I thought about it and then changed course several times to see if he was really following me. No one was there, but I still had that feeling. I was being spied on, spending time looking at people. Then I made my way to my house.