It wasn't a holiday. No confetti, no cake. Just a Tuesday, maybe a Thursday — days had started to blend into one another.
The mask was on the table by the keys. The hand sanitizer, half-empty, stood guard by the door. Outside, the world held its breath. Inside, a screen glowed — work, news, silence. um dia qualquer 2020
That day, nobody died — at least not in my street. But nobody laughed either. Not really. It wasn't a holiday