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.”

Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers March Slice a Day Challenge! I’m slicing every day this month. Thanks for stopping by!

5 comments

  1. Oh my, you describe the way Covid hit my family back in January….every 5-7 days…someone would fall no matter how hard we tried. I wish you both a speedy and full recovery…

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  2. This sounds so hard! I hope it’s easier on him than it sounds like it was on you, and that you at least enjoy hugging again. The contrast between the beautiful calm that you start the piece with and your ending is really striking.

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