The boredom of every day on the train

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It's a new feeling because you're taking the same train line.

This is another boring day for me. I walked down the stairs like usual to wait for the subway at the dark and humid station below. When I got down, I stood waiting for the train behind a line drawn on the ground. and knew that in about 20 minutes the bus would stop at the station like it does every day. There weren't many people walking around me.

I picked up the small book and read it without even trying to look here and there. Because every time I look, all I see is the same old scene. For a moment, I looked at the silver watch on my wrist. Ten minutes had passed, but I felt like this station was timeless, like everything around me was still.

Even though in reality there is still movement of many things. And the darkness that surrounds a tunnel, a train track, or some dark corner of a station compresses my senses as if I were a tiny white speck in the darkness. Supposedly, if demons were real, they would leap out from the shadows. Come out and devour me.

I looked at the clock again. Then I heard a familiar voice. Without relying on the little watch to tell me how much time was left, I knew immediately that what I was waiting for was approaching. Finally the train stopped in front of me. I closed the book and used my index finger to mark the pages. Then walk slowly onto the train.

And those iron doors closed as soon as I came up. I don't need to be afraid that someone will take my seat. No matter what, there aren't many passengers at this time. I chose the seat I liked and sat down. In fact, it should be said that almost everywhere was free so that I could choose where I wanted to sit. I looked at the book in my hand and started to feel a little bored with it.

Even though it is a utopian story that makes me feel the most comfortable every time I read it. But a utopian society is far more fanciful than reality. Until it seems more like a fairy tale than an explanation of socialist ideas of the time. So I closed the book as before and looked around.

I looked past a woman. She looked up from the newspaper. She looked at me and smiled at me. I smiled back at her politely. Then I looked at the others. There were 2 men and 3 women, including me. I looked to my right at an empty place. When I turned around and looked to the left. The woman looked at me. She smiled. I smiled at her.

Then I changed my mind and read the book in my hand. Everything seemed normal. But after a moment I felt that I was being watched. Looking up, I saw that the woman was looking at me. Then he lowered his head and continued reading the newspaper. I began to examine myself to see if there was anything wrong. Maybe I forgot to button my shirt. Or forget to zip up your pants. or something

But everything about me seemed normal. Then I began to feel again that this woman was looking at me. I acted like I didn't know. I pretended to look around. And as true as I thought, she looked at me. I started to feel cold and hot with her eyes. I pretend to read a book But I glanced at her because I wanted to know what she would do next.

She closed the newspaper, sat still and closed her eyes. I took the opportunity to look up at her. I just noticed that she was very beautiful. She was tall and slender. Her skin looked fair and pale, but not as pale as mine. Wavy mahogany hair, slender face, and rose-pink shaped lips. I remember clearly that her eyes were brown.

Then it was confirmed that my memory was correct when she opened her eyes and looked at me. Nervously, I averted my eyes to read Utopia. I began to feel more and more every time I was looked at. It was like her eyes had some kind of power and attraction. I know I'm being watched again. I looked up and met her eyes.

I began to feel the blood within me rushing roughly through my veins like the rapids of a river. I felt a sense of unexplained excitement. And it was as if I was hypnotized to keep her staring deep into my eyes. she smiles at me Then she looked away. I continue reading

The electric train finally stopped. I closed the book as the woman walked past me, looking and smiling at me. Then I got off the train in no hurry. Just like when I went up. The door closed immediately upon descending into the station. I walked up to the street above as usual. I walked for a while and I just felt like something was missing.

I regret not asking the woman's name or making small talk. As I thought of that, I began to regret more that I wasn't able to see her after getting off the train. Damn it, I suddenly wanted to meet you. I want to meet that girl. I don't understand at all. Why do I feel so much regret?

The feeling of regret didn't fade from me as I walked into the art exhibition I had planned to see yesterday. I looked at my watch and it was exactly 7:00 p.m. The event will close in about two hours. When I entered, I continued looking at the pictures from the two days before and stopped to look at one.

“This picture is beautiful. I feel like it is strangely attracting me,” said the person who had just stood next to me.

“Yes, I like it too,” I replied, glancing at her. And that made me very surprised and happy to see you again.

“Is it you?” I said. She looked at me and I smiled at her.