The sweet teacher helps me feel comfortable

Date: 12/21/2020

I'm in my parents' house talking about how we're managing the pandemic. It feels so cozy. I'm in the living room with mom talking about how I was glad that the shopping malls had closed because we were used to dealing with our boredom by spending money. She alludes to the fact that they are open, but not safe. I'm at dad's desk eating an oreo my mom had balanced on top of a plastic cup of Pepsi. I try to nibble it as gingerly as i can. I repeat a few times and it eventually falls in but she's in a good mood. I stack cookie packets around the boarder of the desk too. Eventually, I have to go upstairs to sleep. My room has a lot on the floor. I work to clean it up so my sister, my mom, and my classmates if needed can sleep on the bed or the floor too. It feels warm and comfortable. I sit and there's a sweet, young teacher who directs us. John G is here and he talks somewhat politely to the kid sitting in front of him about not feeling well. He covers his mouth like he's gonna be sick and the kid in the desk in front of his does too. They stand up and make a line at the front of the class to sit down in a u shaped arrangement of desks. I go to sit on the far end near my sister where I feel comfortable. The teacher asks my row to get up so we can be organized into our seats and I get up. Thankfully, she sits me right back where I was. Hey big husky walks around and i pet it. It cuddles me like a human and i begin to sleep. When I'm getting more aware that it's time to wake up, the teacher says that school is cancelled. I have a lot of projects and I'm surprised it is, but thankful in the same breath. I mean to ask the teacher why but forget. As I put on my black leather flats, i notice that after so few wears they already look wrecked. I make a slight pout and the teacher lightly acknowledges me. I wake up to my latest alarm at this moment.