It seems like a year has passed since they announced national lockdown and trapped every citizen in their own homes. Instead of bars of the windows, you're trapped by the fear of something outside they wants to get you. It feels like a monster is roaming the streets, asking for a new victim to be submitted before moving on. The moment you step outside, you behave like you're battling like a soldier. I took careful steps, like I had to avoid any land mines to explode and destroy me. Each step elevated the anxiety and dread of the invisible monster. Eventually, I stopped and let confinement act as a safety net around me. I pushed myself further inside and secluded myself from everyone. I felt alone at first. I felt like I had too much time, nothing to do, nothing to take my mind off of what was actually happening in the real world, the outside world. I had to make a decision. I could choose to let this get to me or use this time to improve. I picked up my pen and scrambled to find a notebook. I jotted down my ideas, my plots and gave writing my best shot. Have you ever thought about a scenario that had taken place and think of different possibilities of how it could've played out? What if the dog started to fly? What if the spider started to glow in the dark? I started to visualise the thinnest possibilities and made it into stories. I started to spend most of my time living in a world of fiction that was only accessible to me. I enjoyed them. I started to dive deeper into the world. I tried to make it real and forgot about the reality of my own real existence. In my most intricately designed world, I created a perfect monster. It was invisible and destructive. It was stronger than any man and could murder millions of people at once. I named it CVD. It was made of a compound that humans couldn't comprehend and every time it touched someone, the slightest touch, the human would fall dead and It would grow in power. It reigned over humanity and we had to surrender. I felt drunk with the power that I used for controlling CVD. Even though I had made It so similar to the known enemy, imagining from Its point of view made me feel like the most powerful monster there ever was. Even if they knew my name, my powers, everyone was too weak to even come close to me, let alone face me. It dominated me and the world. It brought the whole of humanity to bow down and beg for forgiveness. The only time I returned to my normal state of mind was when Coronavirus became a threat to me. I felt like this was a personal attack. I was so engrossed in feeling like It, I completely forgot the fact that in real life, I was just another inferior human who would have to fight for my life. It overpowered me like it did to others. I had been immediately rushed to the hospital for check up. My family admitted me to a prestigious hospital that promised me my own private room in this rush. I felt my heart beating faster due to the fact that I had to take a test to determine something I had been dreading. I prayed that I didn't have it but two tests came positive and they locked me up in my room, no family and no friends. I was quarantined for three days, alone. I was sick with boredom more than anything else. I just wanted this to get over. I laid in my bed, silently looking up at the yellow—the happy color— painted ceiling as I tried to doze off. The outside commotion felt louder, like they were rushing in more and more victims of the monster. Suddenly, I heard someone crash into the door. I immediately got up and rushed to the door. I opened it to see a man, struggling to keep balance. I let him in my room. The doctors rushed inside and placed him on the bed. I stood there flabbergasted. One of the doctors looked at me with sadness. They asked me if it was okay if we did check up here. The hospital beds were all filled and the man was unable to stand up straight. I quickly nodded and they continued. I sat in the far end of the corner and observed them hard at work. They had been working here for days without a break. I wished I could tell them to go home. Once everything was cleared up, they started to move the old man. I quickly stopped them and asked them if they had a bed for him or were they sending him home. They said that he was tested positive but no beds were currently available. I offered mine. Since we were both quarantined, I asked if he could use my bed. I didn't mind sitting in the chair, placed at the far end. They agreed. They didn't have a choice. A month later, I sat on my comfortable bed, looking out of the window when my phone vibrated. The old man had sent me a picture of his grandson. I smiled. **Note: The above story is a work of fiction. I have had someone close battling Covid-19 who told me how it was in the hospital. The characters are fictional.