The year is 2020. 

The weather is nicer, less people wearing masks. 

Meanwhile I lay on the gurney, an oxygen mask pressed against my face.

My lungs full of COVID, I can't take a deep breath.

Please don't let me die today.

The year is 2020.

The weather is nicer, more people enjoying fresh air.

I lay on the ground, an officer's boot pressed against my neck.

My lungs full of fear, I can't take a deep breath.

Please don't let me die today.