First Time in a month

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I woke up like every other morning

but this time is different, I'm missing one specific thing, and this one specific thing-what is it?

I stepped outside for the first time in a month

the sun shined so bright it hurt my eyes.

It was very warm and I felt out of place;

wearing uggs, sweatpants, and a hoodie


I hate going outside.

It feels as if everyone is staring at me,

even though there are barely any people out here,

I can feel the stares of everyone around me.


I walked across the street hoping I brought enough money,

I searched the store frantically for the one thing I needed.

Repeatedly thinking to myself, "get this one thing and you're out."

I finally found it and thought "I hope I never have to do this ever again,"

then proceeded towards the line.


Maybe it wouldn't have been so hard to check out if I wasn't so nervous.

But again, this day was different.

It was the first time I went outside in a month.

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