The mask was on the table by the keys. The hand sanitizer, half-empty, stood guard by the door. Outside, the world held its breath. Inside, a screen glowed — work, news, silence.
That day, nobody died — at least not in my street. But nobody laughed either. Not really. um dia qualquer 2020
And I whispered into the dark: "One more day. We made it one more day." The mask was on the table by the keys