The bars close down. The virus.

So I have my own drinking night. I line up four glasses of Merlot in my bedroom. Prep my playlist.

Debussy and Tchaikovsky mingle with shadows. Moonlight arpeggios weep and brass instruments crash.

But there’s no laughter, gruff and awkward, like Seth Rogen or lilting and light. No bodies in backwards baseball caps and black tank tops. No youthful faces laughing over pool and missed shots. No Lady Gaga on the jukebox.

Just a rectangular room. A bed. A computer. White walls.

Dusk deepens, lavender shadows darting.

I laugh.

Laughter cracks.

Another thing lost.

Image credit:Mikhail Elfimov

Yash Seyedbagheri is a graduate of Colorado State University's MFA fiction program. His stories, "Soon,”  “How To Be A Good Episcopalian,” and "Tales From A Communion Line," have been nominated for Pushcarts. Yash’s work  has been published in The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts, Write City Magazine, and Ariel Chart, among others.