CURFEW POLICY   "How does Jihoon sleep with the sun beating directly on to his face?"    The more I gazed at the boy, the more my head tilted. The beam of sunlight struck his closed eyelids. Yet, his face didn't even twitch one bit.   I gaped inaudibly, this poor kid must be so worn out. I shook my head a bit, suddenly pondering on all the other times I have seen that face on my bus.   Except I'm completely invisible to him. When the bus was extremely crowded one morning, he stumbled a bit and stepped on my toes. The average human being would turn around and immediately say sorry, right?   Well this guy actually stood there for a couple minutes, before stumbling off my foot. As if I was nothing! Hah.   I found myself staring. Staring at the pale, sleeping face, that was gradually tilting further and further back. An amused smirk appeared on my face, as his expression faltered and his head bounced forward again. Instead it started leaning to the left.   Had we been friends, I would've taken so many pictures of him right then. In fact, his head slowly falling onto that old man's shoulder made me itch.   I gazed out the window, just past my neighbor's head. Our stop was approaching.    "Darn, I guess I have to save that old man."   My stomach tinged with fear for some reason. Waking up Jihoon didn't sound like a fun job, judging from my first impression of him. I gulped, in hopes of putting the fear to rest. Besides if Jihoon gets to the dormitory too late, h