Isolation has become my friend. Isolation and I are on good terms at the moment. He lets me read and write, (with little complaining) though I have to give him some attention during the day, otherwise he groans and moans about the place. “I know,” I say.

Isolation has become my friend.

Isolation and I are on good terms at the moment. He lets me read and write, (with little complaining) though I have to give him some attention during the day, otherwise he groans and moans about the place.

“I know,” I say. “I see you, and you matter. Don’t be silly.”

Of course, I’m talking to my front door. Locked and keeping shut.
I don’t think it’s been opened in weeks. I’ve lost track of the days, it says it’s 2020, yet I have my doubts.
Doubts have riddled my aching mind for the nights kept awake.
However, larger things are at stake.

Update:
Today, I opened the front door named Isolation, felt the cool breeze waft over as if in a greeting.

Then I sneezed and coughed at the same time.
I’m back inside, until further notice.

- J.W