Scarry Night

The other day,

I lay outside,

my body still,

my mind wandering.

I stare at an open book,

my eyes skimming the words,

though my brain doesn't process them. 

Too many thoughts,

I stare up at the sky,

and wonder,

what does it feel like to be a cloud?

How would you feel,

when your friends cried,

and the world got covered in tears?

Would you want the sun to shine,

We pick up newspapers, watch TV, listen to newscasts, and all we hear, is one word; COVID19.

Chapter Three
We begin to walk briskly toward the small clearing when we hear footsteps. More footsteps. It must be Reagan.

“Reagan?” I ask. I glance at Alison and notice her face has gone pale.

Chapter Two

Chapter One