Recently, the person I live with took leave and went home, so I was the only one in the dormitory.
Somehow, I always think of my grandma when I am commuting and sleeping alone.
When I was very young, I would always build a bamboo bed in the summer and sleep in the doorway or in the hall.
The mosquitoes were buzzing and it was stuffy and hot. When we couldn't sleep, we would always pester our grandma and grandpa to talk about ancient times.
It was a story that passed away when I was a child. When I grow up, I suddenly think of it and always get a chill down my back.
And you? Do you always have one or two stories like this in your mind?
It's like, there is always a pair of eyes watching you.