Life seems to have been put on hold; at work, at home, as I eat, as I write, I feel like I am just waiting for this to end, so that maybe I can allow myself to go out again, or just to sleep.
La vida parece haberse congelado; en el trabajo, en casa, cuando como, cuando escribo, me siento como si sólo esperara que esto acabase, y así quizás pueda permitirme volver a salir, o simplemente dormir.