The stash behind the soup cans is gone.
The reserve taped to the back of the fabric softener is no more.
Even the cache in the loose button jar is missing—
Apparently, all my spare optimism is lost.
The pandemic has sucked me dry.
These are bleak days for a junkie of hope.
I might need to pilfer some positivity from my dog very soon.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
