As I lay, staring at the ceiling dreading the day,
I reflect on how this is ¨normal¨ now.
Two months ago, I would have never guessed that I would be made to stay inside, rather than my usual complacency to stay inside.
I miss the feeling of the sun shining on my friends' faces as we laughed and walked home from school.
From seeing my friends laugh alongside an inside joke in the school cafeteria.
I long for the day of comfort where painting was my escape, and not my excuse from my house.
I feel completely, wholly trapped in a creation of my own.  
I decorated my room to the brim to take some space from the walls and to make my life feel like a fairytale,
now my paintings and drawings and pictures and trinkets suffocate me, and it is my fault alone.
My brother, however, seems to be thriving from this.
He´s always had more online friends, and from this, he has only been allowed to spend even more time with them.
I see him only when we have to do our schoolwork and at meals.
4 times a day, for 30 minutes a piece.
I feel alone in this house.
My only solace my dog and my backyard.
It is true that we are all mad here,
but
some
are
more
mad
than
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h
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r
s
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