Spending so much time alone in lockdown has created a strange phenomenon when it comes to dating. In the absence of touch, our minds have relied on imaginations to the point where even real life now feels substituted by a dream. This is a short story about a date and the feeling of being surrounded by ghosts.
I woke up this morning fresh and early. I had just about summoned the energy to get up, start the weekend and be ‘productive,’ when suddenly shit hits the fan.
The days and weeks blur into one as my body clock struggles to adjust to the eternal recess we are living in. Each day is either a Monday or a Sunday.