The Eye of the Storm

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and a cool breeze that kissed my face this morning. As I glanced at the clock we still had not changed to accommodate the time change since we returned from spring break, I was surprised to see 7:30 Aka 8:30.

If COVID has done anything for me, it has forced me to sleep. I can’t say that it’s been restful necessarily, but I have certainly been sleeping in copious amounts. Prior to the invasion of this cruel virus, I hadn’t been able to sleep past 7 am.

Today is officially the day I’m allowed to leave the house and be around others- masked of course. I’ve never been so excited to go food shopping! A part of me is worried about my energy levels and how I’ll feel doing so, but the isolation has been driving me stir crazy.

Just as I was grabbing for my mask, B walked through our bedroom door. I quickly put my mask on for his protection… until I realized he wasn’t wearing a mask. Huh? He looked at me with his familiar side grin and walked closer to me, holding out his arms for an embrace.

What is he doing?! I could get him sick!

That’s when I noticed what he was holding in his hands. The two pink lines mocked me with their dark hue. How dare they do this to both of us…? I took off my mask and held onto his embrace a little longer than usual. I closed my eyes and let myself fall into the comfort of the hug I’ve been longing for.

This hug came with a cost, like the eye of a storm. It has been 5 days of isolation and taking every precaution to keep him safe while COVID wreaked havoc in my body, but I knew better than to think that this was the end. The storm was going to come back with vengeance. B stepped back and met my eyes with his.

“We did the best we could.”