One of the many moments

She begins typing, hesitates, starts over again.

Hey, you too enjoying the weekend and ignoring responsibilitie

Delete.

I dreamed of you last night. All of you, I mean. You know, your famil

Delete.

Beautiful day, isn't it?

The sun is shining and she should've gone out today. She has no sense of time anymore.
She doesn't know if she's getting better.
There are good days and bad days.
Today is a bad day.

She's cold but she's bathing in sunlight, she shouldn't be cold, the light makes it hard to look at her screen, her hands are reflecting and she can see them typing, like she doesn't have anything better to do, anything at all.

Still, she's shivering.

Her friend agrees. They are silent again.

Nothing ever changes.