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It's a strange feeling sitting here wrapping myself with a crimson crochet blanket around my neck. The dimness of the night makes my hair stand up. My body, my ears, shiver, losing their redness in the midst of coldness. I watched with my head down those multitudinous steps that entered inside. Each of them, with different sizes, stamped the floor with shoe marks made of dust. I watched a scene outside, like those typical scenes in a movie. I'm a character diving into deep thought whose eyes grow heavier with each passing moment, but it's only those millions of drops holding on to the window tightly trying not to give up that keeps it alive. I exhale heavily, letting those cloud-like insides out. This ironic, defeaning silence inside the bus makes me feel at home. No murmuring or flipping of books. Then, a loud sound that resonated from the speaker stabbed both of my ears like a needle, pinching me abruptly. I got off the bus, and a trail of chicken-like aroma greeted me, reaching into my nostrils. I inhaled every bit of it. Finally, I'm home. No, I was at home earlier, away from home.