Five minutes until my first Teams meeting. I’m still in pajamas but you are showered and ready for an appointment. You grab your car keys and step out while I stand in the doorway, waiting, watching as the garage door rolls down, the rectangle of light diminishing, then expanding again. Perhaps you remembered. The hug, the peck on the cheek: our ritual when you/we used to leave for work. You rush in — “I forgot” — grab your coffee mug from the kitchen, and out again. I log in on my computer and say a cheery “Good Morning” to others like me.
Published in Five Minute Lit.