“I wonder what it’s like out there. All the green. All the sounds and contaminated air. I bet I’d die if I went out there– one breath and I’d be a goner.” Emma said as she stared intensely out the window. I looked at her disgusted. I couldn’t tell if she was being serious or not.<\/p>\n
“You are<\/em> joking– right?” She continued to stare out the window and made a repulsed face then looked over at me.<\/p>\n “Absolutely not! Do you know how many people have died from that virus?!” I shook my head and shrugged and stood up from the couch. She looked me up and down, questioning my actions. I made my way to the back door and put my hand on the door nob. I paused to glance back at her and her eyes widened as she quickly jumped off the couch.\u00a0“What are you doing?!” She questioned.<\/p>\n “Oh nothing. Just getting some fresh air.” I smiled at her maniacally and began to twist the door nob.<\/p>\n She glared at me. “That isn’t funny.”<\/p>\n I smiled and shrugged. “Hope I don’t get contaminated.” She stood shocked as she studied me and before she could say anything, I swung the door open and jumped outside. The soft grass beneath my feet and between my toes welcomed me as a cool breeze gently blew on my long brown hair. I looked up at Emma who had a look of horror on her face and rolled my eyes. “Oh comon Emma. It’s not that bad. It’s beautiful out here! Come on out, it’ll be fun!”<\/p>\n She backed away from the door, shaking her head. “You seriously think I would risk my<\/em> life to have fun?! Oh no. Oh oh oh ohhhhhh no. You’re an idiot– I hope you know that. Because now you can’t come back inside this house.”<\/p>\n I scoffed. “Don’t you think if the air were really as deadly as you think it is, I would be coughing up my lungs by now?” I took a deep breath and exhaled, meeting her eyes that stared me down and then began looking around the room.<\/p>\n “That’s because… just give it a few more minutes. It’ll get to you.” she looked away and we stood for a minute without talking. I sighed and sat down in the grass, plucking pieces from the ground. I looked up at her and was still standing in the same spot, staring out the window.<\/p>\n I sighed again, even louder to let her know I was still alive and I looked around at my yard as I got an idea. I laughed slightly to myself and then yelled to her. “Emma! Come quick! There’s a cat out here!”<\/p>\n Without hesitation, she sprinted outside to me and looked desperately around, immeadilty dropping her head. “Wait a minute… There is no cat, is there?” I started laughing and shook my head.<\/p>\n “Nope. But now you see that its not so bad out here… right?” I asked hopefully.<\/p>\n She looked around and slightly smiled and shrugged. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.” She sat down beside me and we both laughed and then took in the nature around us in silence.<\/p>\n “Do you want to go on a walk?” I looked over at her with an overexaggerated smile, hoping she’d say yes. “I mean.\u00a0 After all, there’s nothing else to do…” my voice trailed off and I started looking around at the trees and flowers blooming under the warm blue sky.<\/p>\n She stood anxiously and took a deep breath. “Yeah… Why not? It’s not so<\/em> bad out here.” We smiled at each other and spent the rest of our day enjoying what we still had.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" “I wonder what it’s like out there. All the green. All the sounds and contaminated air. I bet I’d die if I went out there– one breath and I’d be a goner.” Emma said as she stared intensely out the window. I looked at her disgusted. I couldn’t tell if she was being serious or … Continue reading “Enjoying what we still have”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":52,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[56,4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8640"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/52"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8640"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8640\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8647,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8640\/revisions\/8647"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8640"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8640"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8640"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}