Freewrite | Quarantine

Some days, fiction becomes a burden instead of a relief, and reality hits the harder. Today is one of them. I stare through both the actual and the virtual window and feel sick, so sick I should be left alone in quarantine.

But I'm not the one who is contagious, am I? The real sickness is out there. Love hasn't been spread out, stupidity and hate have. In times like these, my mind plays tricks and starts recreating a post-apocalyptic scenario.

On the outside, a pair of eyes injected in blood would probably give you back a weary, deadbeat look. Internally, though, I would be prepping for the end. I would put on my fighting hoodie and my boots. I would be ready.

^{Thank you, @mariannewest, for another #freewrite challenge. Today's prompt is quarantine. To learn more and take part go here.}