I hope I’m not the millennial that brought new cases of COVID into the city.
We went to a beach, the sand so hot it burned my feet and I cried under my sunglasses.
I was so cold that I had goosebumps in thirty degrees. I welcome the sun, trying not to get too warm (I get violently ill).
I was careful to go only as far as I could touch.
Then I figured out how to keep my balance, floating on a toy - going deeper and deeper.
Everyone was laughing as I floated away. Laughing until they weren’t and concerned looks were on all their faces.
The current, come back!
I didn’t want to. I had a moment of peace before I came back to myself.
Wouldn’t it feel so good if this was it? If I was the one in control of my fate - not the disease?
Jeff pulled me back, upset. I went back to normal.
Is this normal?
