When...DARLING ????? ARE YOU DEAD ????

Thursday 2nd April
17th day under lockdown

I can’t think anymore. Really. My mind is blank. I think I lost the ability of using my brain. And I’m not the only one. All my family is on zombie mode.
I figured being locked down in a house is bad for mental health...
My sister is having a violent argument about how strawberries influence politics with the fridge, my brother is currently cleaning a bottle of lemonade with his tongue, my father had broken 47 pencils, ripped 25 sheets of paper and death-threatened at least 10 of his employees and my mother is sticking kitten pictures all over the walls and asking every two secondes "DARLING ?????? ARE YOU DEAD ??????" before breaking in a fit of hysterical giggles.
And me, I’m lying on the coffee table, sulking about how useless is the ceiling (it blocks the stars out, isn’t that annoying ?!) and wondering if one day it’ll be possible to summon a fourth chocolate bar by telekinesis.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go feed the ostriches.