Smithers

In April of 2020, I sat in the bed of the bedroom that I had been renting since January, in a house in Hancock park. There were four occupants in the house, besides myself. A girl named Tillie, a dude named Tim, a dog named Hans, and another one called Cory. The house was rather large, but that’s neither here nor there. Even with all of these beings, being around me, I mostly kept to myself, in my bedroom, feeling lonely as ever. I didn’t know my roommates, I had only just met them, and suddenly we found ourselves stuck together in the most peculiar situation. The world having just shut down, all of us were forced into quarantine.

Like everyone, I found solace in texting with friends. One friend in particular, we would just text and talk for hours about nothing and everything. I like to talk about what I wish would happen, and then see if it happens. I’ve been playing this game with myself since I was a child. “I wish something exciting would happen. I wish someone would whisk me away…