What a nightmare or was it?

Was I the one inside, or was I the one outside looking in?

Either way, it was disturbing for if I was on the outside looking in who was it that was on the inside looking out. If this was the case, then it was obvious the person inside was somewhat distressed about the whole notion of being stuck inside.

I was sympathetic to their predicament, after all, who liked the idea of being stuck inside anywhere in these current times.

It was when the person spoke to me that I knew where it was I was standing. “Can you help me? I’m stuck inside and I long to get out.”

As I was the only person standing beside the tree, it was plain as day the voice was speaking to me. This must be a joke I thought; there must be a back door in. But there wasn’t.

I didn’t know what to say as the eyes within told me of the frantic nature the person must have been feeling. My first thought was a chainsaw, but that could prove tricky.

My next thought was to move away and pretend none of this was happening. Which is precisely the course of action I took causing me to wake up when I hit the floor.

I took a moment before realising this whole social distancing/ staying at home was really getting to me.

Written for: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/04/27/what-do-you-see-27-27-april-2020/