Hope Sneezes

As the first shot of my vaccine awaits me tomorrow, I am trying very hard not to slip into Giddy.

I know the limitations.

I know the precautions that will still need to be made.

My mask and I will remain bosom buddies, but…

Hope.

It comes tomorrow.

A sharp jab of pain and then—

Hope blossoms like a weed,

And I will happily sneeze and be merry.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe