CW: pandemic musings
As of today, 666 days.
My heart beats. The dogs murmur in their sleep. Cold floats around the windows.
And outside, a devil of a virus churns through the population.
666 days of hiding from this awful thing, because apparently there’s no fighting it.
After years of successfully missing it, many of my friends, family, and coworkers are catching it.
I’m so tired.
I wish I knew what to do.