I opened my eyes and felt D kissing my cheek, say "Good Morning." I snuggled deeper into our bed and watched him walk into the bathroom. Minutes later I rose too, headed to the kitchen to put on the kettle for tea.
"Today is my last day at work, they are closing the clinic tomorrow." -- D said it plainly, calmly. We hugged, I felt his cheek against mine, the warmth of his skin. And then he quietly put on his shoes, grabbed his backpack and left for the day.
214,894 infected; 8,732 dead; 83,313 recovered.
Instead of a morning staring at charts, graphs and reading explicit articles I prepare for the 9am arrival of W and B. Thankfully, the day fills and expands, with sunshine, making butter, playing Jenga, walking, digging, cooking, buying vegetable seeds, eating, cleaning, washing hands again and again.
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