There's a need for more space, i feel a lack of fresh air...mostly carbon dioxide permeates the inner atmosphere...
grown faces, bodies, voices, are seen in most corners of the house, mingling with older ones, trying to get by, in their own way...
there must be space for house help sleeping over...i am human, a mix of selfish, conscientious and unkind, but it matters that tonight, all are safe, what's good for the lot......prevails
when the death of each ECQ day is at hand, when i'm satisfied that all are okay and safe, i go to my room and concede to its persistent calling...to free some of my cramped thoughts... i sit by the window with a lamp's glow, i part the drapes...and let cool night air envelope me, i take my time, drifting on blue waters of serenity as daytime's cabin fever vanishes....temporarily...