First Morning of my Pandemic Life (a continuation to grocery hopping on a weekend)

     It's 4:00am...and my alarm is ringing

    I took my phone on my bedside table

    and I snoozed my alarm.

    5minutes more...

    It's 4:05am...I again hit snoozed

    Let me borrow 5 minutes more

    Please God...make each minute longer than 60 seconds.

    At 4:10am I sat up...and bowed my head.

    I always pray after waking up.

    I am not religious...

   In fact, I have done a lot of unacceptable actions

   But, I do know how to be thankful to the One who made me.

   I went to the bathroom...took my favorite shampoo and washed my hair

    I always wash my hair first.

    I hate getting my feet wet...But I always enjoy taking a bath.

    Every morning, I need to be in a hurry so my bath always take less than 20minutes

    I always tell myself, I will enjoy my bath in the evening

    I toweled myself and went to my closet

    I choose my clothes depending on my mood.

    I love pink , so my wardrobe is full of pink hues.

    While choosing what top to wear, I suddenly wonder

    Where is my mom? Is she sick? Why is she not calling me for breakfast?

I wore a baby pink shirt and loose white pants. 

   It's my "In a hurry outfit"

   I then went to the kitchen to see that the lights are still off....

Is my mom sick? Is my dad still asleep? Aren't they going to have breakfast?

I opened the lights and made some coffee. 

I wanted to eat some bacon and eggs but It would take time to fry

So, I just settled for some buttered toast and my favorite cereal with lots of milk.

While I was thinking whether to wake up my mom and dad or just let them sleep

Our dogs barked loudly...

Feels good that someone's awake other than me. 

Someone's at the gate. Two men

Should I open the door?

I took a peek....our neighbor was talking to one of them

I opened the blinds and the man turned around.

He saw me peeking.

I had no choice so I opened the door.

He introduced himself as someone from the local government.

He gave me forms that we should fill up

He said "Ma'am kindly fill this up for you and your parents....In the afternoon, we will collect them

these forms are for your quarantine pass"

I didn't know what to say...I was shocked to hear the word "quarantine"

While my thoughts are running, I took the forms and said thank you

I still can't get over the word "lockdown" 

Now, I have to deal with "quarantine"

Then it hit me...my mom and dad are not sick. 

They are still asleep at 6:00 am

Because there's no reason to get up early

All the offices are closed...including mine.

We are stuck at home....

We are on quarantine...

Damn....I shouldn't have washed my hair

Now, it's so wet I can't lie down and go back to sleep

I don't want to sleep with my hair still wet

and my pillows will get wet too

I cramped my brain with useless thoughts

I focused my worries on my damp hair

I can't go back to sleep.....

I turned on the TV and finished my breakfast

I settled myself

I calmed myself

I tried my best not to overthink

Because I am starting to panic

What am I going to do?

I am stuck at home

With no job...well I have

But I don't know how to work at home

I am programmed like a robot

That at that hour I am supposed to be on the bus already

On the way to my office

Checking my phone for important messages 

But, that routine suddenly cracked whole

Instead, I was at the kitchen munching my toast

Thinking what to do...

I sipped my coffee...It's gone cold.

Even my coffee frustrates me.

My toast got too much  butter

But it taste bland...should I add some jam? 

I remembered we ran out of jams too. 

We really should go to the grocery. 

It's monday but it feels like a weekend. 

I should be happy

But I wasn't. My thoughts are clouded with worry. 

I checked the time.... It's past 8:00am and my mom and dad are still sleeping. 

I better just change back to my pajamas. 

I feel tired from thinking too much. 

Or am I sick? Do I have covid? 

I think the first symptom of this corona virus is paranoia. 

I changed to my PJs and went back to sleep. 

What's the point of staying up anway for the first day of my pandemic life. 

I thought of the photo I took of the black dog I have been feeding at a mall near our house. She sometimes stares in space... Thinking perhaps of what's going to happen tomorrow. 

I am doing the same... While staring at my bedroom's ceiling.