Two pink lines.
It started on a Tuesday. Not with a cough or a fever, but with a soft, cottony silence. ears feel clogged covid
The ceiling fan’s chain clinked against the glass globe. Outside, a dog barked, sharp and real. Her own breath sounded like a windstorm. She sat up, dizzy with the sudden rush of noise. The refrigerator kicked on with a groan she had forgotten existed. She laughed—a strange, wet sound—and the laugh echoed slightly in the newly opened chambers of her head. Two pink lines
“Probably just allergies,” she muttered, the words sounding thick and underwater in her own skull. but with a soft