Outside: The Sun peeps through the window panes.
Inside: I see a world moving past while I recall the guidelines to stay in place.
Outside: Looks so inviting. I long to walk the lanes, skip the potholes, feel the breeze.
Inside: My muscles stopped aching days ago. My mind is wandering in a fog. My patience is snapping at its last threads.
Outside: Birds chirp, people come and go.
Inside: My treks are sometimes on YouTube. At other times, I take an extra dimensional form and wander the neighborhood unseen by human and animal eyes. I, then, count another day.