Reality Roosts

He struggled to breathe, his face contorted hideously as a groan raced from deep within his chest and burning pangs of pain clawed a raw path up his throat, trying to climb out unto his tongue and take flight as screams into the skies, but the tightness that shackled his lungs had latched unto his voice box.

The burning fever, dizziness and weakness had turned his world into a blur. His sense of taste, smell and orientation had all gone.

Thoughts of his loved ones, his family and friends, tiptoed daintily over parts of his consciousness as everything darkened into nothingness, his frame convulsing to the unpredictable waves racking through, ushering him into the oblivion of unconsciousness.

That evening, after his body had been removed from its undignified spot in the quiet street outside his home, his expiry was added as a statistic to the NCDC’s skyrocketing daily reports.

And thus began the tedious process of tracking his buddies with whom, he had enacted a five times a week ritual of beer and peppersoup to tide over the cumbersome boredom of the Government imposed lockdown.

The reality had hit home.

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