Tucked up away on the third floor, lies Apartment #5. A quaint little place, which I’ve learned to call home these past two years. Though in these last few months, it’s become my shelter, my hideaway, my haven from the outside world. A world, plagued by uncertainty… fear… and the virus. Inside here, I remain safe… and alone with my thoughts. Up here, hidden away from the prying eyes of the outside, an entire world exists… a secret, known only to me. I have yet to rid myself of the fear of what lies beyond my apartment, so I remain here. Life seems stuck in a perpetual loop… routine habits have spanned from the daily into the weekly, and the weekly into the monthly…

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