Another Passing Day
The clock strikes eight; the alarm gets snoozed. Sleep earns an hour more. As the daylight floods the room, an eerie monotony creeps in. It soon gets wiped out as the screen notifies plummeting economies and ascending mortality.
Work begins, whose space is about six steps away. Co-workers meet virtually with connection sometimes spotty. Talks are lesser now as the presence is absent. The workspace is modified and moved for a little newer experience. Chores run in the background like new music.
Many nooks of the room have come to life-one finds a lost reader, other finds a solo eater. Curtains get drawn out and in, one window is shut and other opened to create a different mood in the only space.
As the dusk falls, a companion calls.
“Hey! How are you?” said a voice on the other side.
“You sound sweeter each passing day,” said the solitary dweller.
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