J. A. Lemongello

Covid Chaos Chronicles, Story 1

The alarm startles me. It’s 6 a.m., the usual time, but this morning I am extra tired. What day is it? Tuesday, Wednesday? They all have bled together. Why do I still dream about being back in high school? I can’t find my locker as usual. Ah, it’s Wednesday, I’m working from home today. The 40-minute drive can now be replaced with three or four snooze button presses. Thank you snooze button! It hasn’t always been like this, my job didn’t allow for any ability to work from home. But times are different now and here I am, all I have to do is walk across the hallway into the “office.” Actually, a bedroom with a desk in it. At least I have a window in this office. Now what do I do?