The isolation blues are getting to me.
I know I’m not special. Everyone’s been doing their best. But how long can a healthy young woman stay at home with nothing to do besides watch Netflix? I know I shouldn’t be complaining. Plenty of people have it way worse than me. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to stew.
I’m supposed to be in college, but they sent us home to keep us safe. I appreciate it, but I want to see my friends!
I’ve watched every season of that baking show on Netflix and I haven’t found anything else that keeps me entertained. All that creamy goodness on top of those cakes makes my mouth water.
I can already feel my waistline expanding, so I turn the TV off. There is no use in looking at what I can’t have.
But with no TV I’m too bored, so I pull out my phone and start scrolling. I’ve become addicted to a new video app that seems to know me better than I know myself. The short vids are almost scarily relevant to my interests.
Today they are kind of weird though.
Tits.
That’s my first thought when I see the cute girl with a slightly vacant, giggly expression. I’m not gay or anything, but she’s hot. Even a straight girl could see that.
“I’m having so much fun and I’m glad it’s safe now!” the bimbo chirps at me.
“What?” I know she can’t hear me but I can’t help but ask.
“We’re looking for testers for a new treatment. All your worries will melt away! Link in the bio!” She makes a peace sign and smiles so wide it makes my mouth hurt. And even though I know it’s probably just some porn bot, I click through. I’ve heard rumors about a treatment for the thing going around, the thing that’s been keeping me cooped up for months. If there’s a way to be safe, I want to know about it.
I can’t be the only one, judging by how long it takes the website to load. And I’m relieved to see that it’s not porn.
Really, I think it’s just a normal website. And I can’t fault them for their marketing tactics. It got me to click through. And right in the center of the page is the button I’m looking for: Worry Prevention Trial.
It’s not more specific, but it’s not like I need it to be. The world is falling apart. What else could they be talking about?
I click on the link. I’m ready for things to change.
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