“There are many who don’t wish to sleep for fear of nightmares. Sadly, there are many who don’t wish to wake for the same fear.” ~ Richelle Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
I’ve lost count, but I’m pretty sure today is day 13. Days 9 through 12 were uneventful and were spent inside the apartment, working eleven hour days and not much else.
I ventured outside today and ran to the store to get some essentials. The streets were even more empty today than they were last week. I actually walked on the street rather than the sidewalk and kept a considerable distance from other people. Nearly everyone on the streets and inside the supermarket had masks.
The supermarket shelves were also more sparse than last week. It was a sad, sad spectacle. There was not even one roll of toilet paper to be bought. The frozen vegetable freezers were also empty, with the exception of maybe two bags of frozen peas and frozen corn stuck together. I thought to take a picture of the empty shelves, but then decided against it. This is not something that I ever want to see again, and I really did not want to document this, not even for posterity.
In the end, I was able to only buy one package of chicken, two bottles of water, and one small bag of rice. Even with that paltry amount of groceries, I felt thankful that I was able to get anything at all.
It started to rain on my walk home from the market, and I suddenly had the urge to burst into tears. Not because of the rain, but because as I looked around at the empty streets and at the other people walking the street, I could see the level of fear and despair in their eyes, and I could tell from their gait that like I, they were feeling like this is the end of the world as we knew it.
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Hi N! I do hope things will get better for you… For all of us. For our children’s sakes. I pray the corona-V will be obliterated, by God’s miracle.