Di Luigi Ficociello-3^D   It’s another day. I open my eyes and take my phone: it’s 7 am. The day is not even started but I’m already late, as always. I dress quickly and I run to the bus stop. All my friends are already there. “Hey guys, what’s up?” “Hi brother, we were thinking about what to do on Saturday evening, are you in?” “Yeah, for sure”. While I’m walking to school, I hear someone calling me: it’s Lorenzo. “Hi bro, how are you? Let’s have a coffee together.” “Thanks man, I appreciate that”. We start drinking and talking about what we’ve done during the lockdown. “That was the worst period of my life” he says. “Yeah, for me too, but finally it’s over”. While we’re talking my phone starts to ring: it’s Leo. “Where are you guys?” he asks. “We’re in the cafè, we’re coming.” “Oh you don’t need to, we’re outside the building”. I go outside. I can see them all, I’ve missed them so much. “Guys I can believe you’re here, I can still remember the time when  we used to talk on Skype, but now we’re here. Together”. But they don’t answer, I can’t understand why. Everything start to fade: the buildings, my friends, the freedom. I hear my alarm sounding again. How’s that possible? It’s another day. I open my eyes, again, and I take my phone, again: it’s 8 am. But this time I’m not late, there is no bus stop, no Saturday evening to organize, no coffee to drink, no friends to give an hug to. It’s not over yet.