If and when this is all over, is “normal” going to return to us? What was “normal” all about anyway? The virus hasn’t got to me yet, but another of its kind is probably residing in my head. Some recurring dreams that were my own come to me no longer. Staying in has made me fall in and out of comfort. Sometimes, I feel like I never left this house, my old self, this town. The woman living by herself in another city was probably just another dream that I forgot to forget about after waking up. Lately I’ve been feeling a lot like the moon. Not in the sense that it’s pretty to look at, but in that it has phases. Yesterday, I wanted to run to my friends, cook and eat and drink with them. But today I’m talking to the walls. Will I want to step out again? Who knows. But tomorrow, I shall water my plants.