New Year’s Eve 2019

My room is quiet as I shut out the sound of the bass pumping house music emanating from the party upstairs.

In the dark I raid the mini fridge, curl up in a pile of warm blankets and soft pillows.

I hear the sounds of fireworks ringing in the New Year, perhaps only in my dreams.

There is an ominous feeling tonight, impending dread forthcoming…..

I sleep well, not realizing that the virus is already here, planning on reshaping our world in 2020.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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