20/4/20

Dear future me,

I come to you from the apocalypse, the lockdown of the world’s greatest powers and the rise of
hygiene companies in networth.I am here to recount to you the already forgotten memories
because you have the memory span of a fish.

For the first three weeks of our flamboyant holiday (sarcasm intended) of isolation I attended to
the duties of being a lazy introvert.My melanie disappearing from my beautiful soft layers of skin
turning into a sickly pale shade asort of vampire look.Now don't be alarmed I might exaggerating
the littlest bit, I need a little spice in my life after being locked up for so long.Days turned into
weeks and I was still up to nothing.Most days my esteemed mother would drag me out of bed
for the horror they called online schooling such an innocent name for something so
treacherous​.Then something magical happened I….got bored.Let me tell you how it happened I
was sitting on my bed listening to a killer audiobook when I got a sudden feeling of restlessness
so as any sane person would do I spontaneously got up and called my neighbor ordering her to
come over,she was very confused but came.

Then I camly explained that we were going to bake.Why? You ask and as I would usually
answer why not….so we cooked.that was the start of my spontaneous project starts including
random energy induced workouts,painting sprees,sewing extravaganzas.Usually though those
bursts of energy end in me on a couch with a good action movie to finish of my adrenaline full
day.

Your slothy friend,

nour,