The paint on the walls must have dried several times over. That’s how long I have been looking at them. No matter how much I love my house, too much of even a good thing can suffocate. And while I may love to kick-back in front of the television, the constant broadcast of juicy tidbits and titillating advertisements does not lure me anymore. I need to meet real people out in the real world and listen to their real stories. Hugs and high-fives energise me in a way that nothing else can. No joy competes with a shared whisper or a secret laugh. There is no satisfaction like walking up to a random stranger and offering a hand.
I feel less than myself. Lord, I need this pandemic to end.
Written in response to Ragtag Daily Prompt (tidbit), and Word of the Day Challenge (lure).