My Alarm. I hate nothing in the world more than my alarm. "Hey, Google. Stop." My alarm doesn't stop. I open an eye and look at my smartwatch. Sure enough, it's my phone alarm. I shut it off and sit up. 7 AM on a Monday is normally a bad combination. During quarantine, however, it's even worse. I reach over to my desk and press the power button on my laptop dock. I grudgingly get out of bed and walk over to my desk. I squint at the monitor, the bright light blinding me temporarily as my eyes adjust. I slowly type my encryption password in. Dragging my feet, I go to the kitchen and begin making coffee. I live alone, in a house debatably too big for just me. I grab my coffee when it's finished and head back to my room. I put on a hoodie and sit down at my computer. First thing I see is a message from my supervisor telling me to call her immediately. Reluctantly I call her. I know what this is. I've been falling behind on my work. I can't stay focused and it's showing. Just like I suspected, the laid me off until we come back from being in quarantine. I shut off my laptop and sit back, sighing loudly to myself. Before, I had work to keep me somewhat busy and sane. Now, I had nothing to keep me occupied. I start to think of things I can do. I could sit and browse Reddit all day, play video games all day, masturbate... I could go camping. I'll go camping. I get up and start packing my things to spend a few weeks at my camper. Thankfully, the state was nice enough to let campgrounds open. Packing everything in my truck, I drive out to my camper.
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The Hunt
FantasyUnemployment, total isolation, and loneliness. The ultimate trio to bring any person to insanity. Matthias knew this all too well as he moved away for the remainder of quarantine to get his thoughts straight. Little did he know that instead of the p...
