Waking up late, a few too many meals, and a whole lot of Tik Tok. That’s what my days consist of during quarantine. But one day, while watching Tik Toks, snuggled up in bed, I thought of something to actually do.
I woke up early the next morning to gather all the supplies I would need. My task: to make coronavirus care packages for all my friends that lived within biking distance. I piled in necklaces, candy, even a single square of toilet paper. I thought that one was pretty funny.
I biked out at about 8 a.m. It honestly felt like another dimension, especially considering I’ve been waking up at 2 p.m. when my parents haven’t forced me to wake up earlier. The sun had just risen, the air was still moist. The cherry on top of the whole aesthetic was that there was almost no one out. In our lives, there’s constantly stuff happening, people to pay attention to. But it was just me, biking around an empty world at dawn.
When I arrived at my first friend’s house, I ran up her driveway and dropped the package. I ran back out to the street and then called her. “Hello? Yeah. Come outside. There’s a surprise waiting for you.” I watched her face turn from confusion, to surprise, to happiness. It felt great, like I had actually accomplished something constructive with my quarantine time.
After biking around to a few more of my friends’ houses, I started my bike ride home. I had beaten boredom, at least for one day. The wind was blowing through my way-too-long hair. I got home, and immediately got back on Tik Tok. A little bit of doing nothing is always okay.