Stay: I slowly walk around the house, surveying my queendom. One empty room after another. The kettle not on to boil; the fridge closed. I take a few steps up the stairs and stop. Listen. No Zoom, Teams or Classrooms.
Free: I am mindful of my breath; silence enveloping me; thoughts free to roam. If I choose to go out, no one can follow me or ask where I have been when I return. Left to my own devices. Isolated. Alone. Soon?