The Person Underneath
A story about an educator who has trouble keeping her mask on.
Wearing a mask is exhausting. I take a deep breath. Thinking about how this is not permanent. It goes on once a day. Before, I take that brave step outside of my car. It comes off once a day when I have safely made my way home. My skin underneath itching to be set free the entire time.
It was a muggy late March morning. Typical, Mid-Atlantic weather, foggy and humid. Just last week, we had four inches of snow and the temperature barely reached thirty-four degrees.