Mythofilia

Seasonal disorder Summers used to be different. There had always been rain in the summer. But not this much rain. Alice looked at the sheet of water flowing down the window. Beyond it the world was grey and hard to see. There’d be no going outside for quite some time. With a heavy sigh she returned to her desk. She switched on the projector module with a light tap and waited for the screen and keyboard to appear in front of her.  Her fingers moved swiftly across the lighted patches as she logged in to the digital office and her social accounts. Messages popped up on the wall projection but Alice couldn’t bring herself to open them. It had only been two weeks since the rain had isolated everyone and already it felt like forever. A heavy cloud hung in her mind and she could not get it to move on. A cold had crept inside her bones and no matter how many sweaters she wore, she could not get warm again. ‘What am I doing? I can’t be here’, she thought. Hugging herself she got up and