Pandemic

Some call it innocent sleep. They lie there, dead on their bellies, like fish in their safe aquarium. Another leans back in the mild spring air. He knows that as long as he feels tired, he is still alive. Does that also mean we have to work. Should I tell my boss what I thought of ? Bosses come and go, but my father has always been my father. Torrents of rain fall on my roof, like a deep cleaning....