somehow i am even worse at responding to texts in isolation

Today, I wonder if I will ever hear anyone say "I'm a hugger!" again. I wonder about taking sips and holding hands and kisses on the cheek. I wonder what facets of touching will survive this.

I dream in zoom meetings, slack calls and my childhood bedroom. I dream of the ones I don't think about anymore, the deep recesses of my brain expelling the people of my past. I dream about my dog because she is home from the hospital today.

When I can leave this house, I'll be looking for feelings I know exactly what to do with.