Tired

by Cheyanne Rivera

I am more tired now than I was putting in 12 hour days in the hospital. I am tired when I wake up, exhausted when I go to bed, and drained as I ghost around my house all day finding things to keep me busy.

I cannot recall the last conversation I had that did not mention this virus. Is it selfish to want such a conversation, to escape talking about it when others can’t escape the devastation it’s wreaked on their lives?

Probably.

Maybe I’ll nap today. I’ll call that my short reprieve.

I wake up from my nap, still tired.