Whenever I drive alone, I always have this feeling that someone’s at the back seat riding with me. At the corner of my eye, I’ll always get a glimpse of someone’s head at the rear mirror. I’ll get surprised and look. But, there’s no one.
Of course, there’s no one. It’s just the head rest of the passenger’s seat. But, really, I always get the feeling that someone’s in there with me; watching me on the rear mirror.