The First Two Weeks

The First Two Weeks
by Ayah

If you asked me what I thought of the sudden call to quarantine, I was happy. Actually, happy was an understatement, I was elated. Why? Well let me put it this way:
1) My dreams of being the main character of some dystopian story/important historical event was coming true
2) I was exhausted when I thought of people and the regular day-to-day life
3) I’ve always wanted to just stay home and do my stuff, or maybe even emerge out of a cocoon like a butterfly

Like any dream come true, there’s always problems. What are they? Well behold you persistent gnat:
1) People are dying and I can’t be a main character. I never let go of breaths that I don’t know I am holding, nor am I average and clumsy enough to be stunning, or have 18 black belts
2) Well I actually have nothing for this one but I am still tired because of my odd sleep schedule
3) I tried to do everything at once, therefore, overworking myself and then getting sad that I wasn’t doing anything because I had to take a break because I broke down overworking myself.