Ten more minutes. Ten minutes and all hell breaks loose.

My phone pings and I’m scared to look, it’ll just be another “good luck” message from another scared friend ready to lose… something for 24 hours.

If you’re lucky it’s smell. Nobody knocks losing their sense of smell for a day.

The clock ticks down and I’m hyper aware of the senses I cherish most. I’ve lost hearing the most and I hope ...