Foaming

In those days, we had nowhere to go. The entire world had closed down – just in case.

So, we ate, and we drank. The refrigerator was our town square, the couch our workplace.

The kitchen sink was my parking lot, a soapy warm escape from the need to look the constricted future in the face.

I felt that as long as there were clean coffee mugs on the shelf, we could get through it.

I was wrong.