I was sitting on the couch in my office, looking out the window at the rain gently tapping on the glass. Sometimes, just being in silence and observing something ordinary can help you calm down. Or maybe not...?

Given the current political climate, I can't help but feel paranoid. I seriously believe that someone from the Communist Party of the Soviet Union is plotting against me. I don't know who I can trust anymore.

I heard a soft creak from the door. When I looked in that direction, I saw you. Of course, it should be you.

You usually come a little later.

I said with a hint of doubt. My fingers reached for my hair to fix some strands. Since I spent most of my time at home, I didn't see the need to "white" my hair, preferring to braid it in a more traditional way. It's short anyway.