Phoenix C.

The I.M.

I rest my elbow on the windowsill. It’s pouring outside, and my screen is open. I wish I could go outside. But the invisible bars are keeping me in. Actually, there are no invisible bars, but I’d rather not go outside. The invisible monster is devouring humanity. Sounds crazy, huh? The crazier thing is, some people think they are invincible (well, the young ones are) and some invite it without realizing it. When I look through the window, the streets are deserted despite how cool they are.