Friday, November 11, 2016

Journal Entry Eight: Day 16

Day 16

It’s only been a few weeks and already the close quarters are getting to me.  I don’t think I am the only one either.  Lily and Courtney seem to be extra sensitive lately.  There is nowhere to go to get away from everyone.  I miss fresh air.  I miss sunshine.  I miss  . . . everything.  There is only so much to do down here.  Mom used the shelter as a storage so she has more stuff here than anyone else.  Lily at least has her slate to keep her busy.  All I have is old board games and a deck of cards.  Not that I could even get anyone to play with me.  Lily doesn’t want to be bothered, Courtney is taking care of the garden, and Brooke is busy drawing on everything.  Mom doesn’t seem to care that Brooke drew on the walls.  She actually told me it made the place look better.  I tried reading but the books down here are mostly non fiction about people that no longer matter.  It’s hard to care about what people did fifty years ago when you don’t know what is even happening to the world outside of the shelter.

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