Dear diary,
Life had been miserable during these days in lockdown…I felt as if I was trapped like a bird in an unforgiving cage.When I heard the news that we were going to be doing work at home, I was excited and jumping up and down like a monkey.However things did not go the way I had expected.
On the first day,I still had a wide open smile to wake up and live the new life I was given. I naturally woke up at 7:20 as usual because that is the time for school days( for some reason my body follows this rule to wake up at the right time).Ate breakfast and went to my desk. I opened seesaw and did the work (however there was technical difficulties), soon I had lunch with my family.At the dinning table, everybody was energetic and lively.When I had finished my meal, my older sister (21years old) came up to me and …BIT ME…she has an addiction to bite people ( she once made my cousin bleed massively when they were children ). Without a doubt, a sibling war began…My mom is usually on my side though. I ate dinner and went to sleep.Nothing could go wrong when sleeping right?During the midnight, I felt a shiver down my spine and realized that my sister had stolen my blanket. I didn’t mind so I tried to pull it back however it didn’t work. I was too scared to actually take it back as I know the next morning, my sister would be fractious and tell my mom the opposite story.So as a typical Qian Qian, I slept shaking all night.
On the second day of lockdown, I was tired unlike the day before. Woke up at 8:19 surprisingly.
On the third day of lockdown, I felt like I had lost my soul. Woke up at 9:45 this time.
On the forth day of lockdown, I woke up at 10:34 . I went down the stairs like a drunk person world. Trembling and wobbling down the stairs, I was desperate for some fresh air and to walk outside.
On the fifth of lockdown, I woke up at 12:39 and skipped breakfast to eat lunch. At my working desk, I was tried and so I decided to do the work later. My mom forced me to go to the garden to redeem my stamina. It helped. Fresh air… Although I couldn’t walk properly anymore, I wanted to go for a walk. My mom said that I am not allowed out as the infectious virus is also taking a walk outside.
After a week, today I am writing this soulless and miserable at my working desk. Eyes almost closed, body is weak, my fingers are squishing on the iPad screen like a worm dancing.I want the life back. Hopefully there is a end to this soon and I can escape this lifestyle.Although I am exercising now to recover, there is a lot to be done.(Right now my mom had just got a food delivery and she has gloves on, mask on, antibacterial spray equipped and ready to fight the delivery box.She said that we must leave the box for a week to let the bacteria die.)
Lockdown is not a joke…
Qian Qian, I am always excited to read your writing and this is no exception. Your level of description, sentence structures and tone in your writing is inspiring. I completely agree with you about Lockdown and know, for me too, it is a very different, disorientating time. If writing helps you to stay focussed and sane, please, please keep blogging about anything or everything. Keep it up- you could publish one day!