Day 2 - Getting organized

I would have liked this coma to last ten days, but two short hours later my senses were already aroused. Four thirty in the morning, eyes burning and eyelids heavy, I jump from my comfortable bed to remember the many rules imposed by the authorities concerning this voluntary confinement. I only realize that I will not be able, under any circumstances, to leave this room for the next ten days. So I begin my inspection. Overall, it is pleasant, thick carpet, perfect soundproofing, clean and of the correct size. Fourteen steps separate the bay window from the door. I begin to unpack my suitcase according to a well-oiled ritual. My jacket on a hanger, pants hanging from below, using earth's gravity as an iron that I'm not the best friend of. I also take possession of my office, I have my tools, and connect to a fast and very stable wifi network. Which is good news, because this little tip will be my only link with the outside world. Sitting in my throne chair, overlooking my kingdom, I am a hungry King. A remnant of noodle soup lies on the bottom of the trash can. It was the bulk of my pre-coma meal. I swallow the few cakes saved from the trip and find the kettle, often neglected, but now saving and a few bags of chicory coffee. The sun is starting to show its nose, I take this opportunity to check the time at which the plague sufferers will be fed. Because everything is written down, precise, planned, nothing can change the plan. No delivery is allowed, no room service, not even coffee, tea. We are not talking about alcohol or tobacco. All of this is prohibited. We are even threatened with arrest, ten thousand euros fine and prison if we leave our room.

Breakfast is delivered between 8 a.m. and 8:30 a.m., lunch between 12:30 p.m. and 1 p.m. and dinner between 6 p.m. and 7 p.m. This is what will punctuate my days. Indeed, the pace is important in the event of imprisonment. I decide at this point that I'm going to impose even stricter rules on myself, to make the others a little less harsh. I therefore force myself to wake up at 7:30 a.m., then 30 minutes of sport via an application, just to move, to sweat. Shower and preparation for my working day. During this time, the sun caressed all the buildings that were still deserted.

I discovered for the first time the landscape offered to my red and heavy eyes. I am in front of the airport, planes take off towards the sun, silent, shining. In less than a month, I would be in one of them, back among my people.

Then everything accelerates, business calls follow one another, e-mails, calls from family and friends. I was trying to get over what was supposed to be breakfast as quickly as possible. Cold things piled up in a plastic bag. I had high hopes for lunch. I scrutinized the slightest noise in the hallway so that I could observe the movements of the humanoids and capture the food before it got too cold. That's it, I got it! The camera glued to the Judas, it will not escape me.

Lack ! The cold vegetable curry is not very appetizing, but I need the energy or I won't hold on. I remember how we warmed the bottles for the boys in hotels without a kitchen. Boil some water, and dip my plastic dish in it until it is lukewarm! Bingo! In war, as in war!

I am seized with fatigue which is very difficult to fight. Up, since four in the morning, I dream of taking a nap. Taking advantage of a short break in my "calls" I dive into a restorative "powernap". I face the second part of the day with a lot of energy and determination.

Here I am organized and ready to face each day that will scroll through my notebook and in front of my eyes. T