THE PRISONER BY SHREYA CHALLA
It all started with a single episode.
A single episode didn’t seem like much, at only forty minutes- without the ads, of course. Boredom had finally crept upon me after months of quarantine, which I honestly couldn’t wait to be over with, and I had watched all the movies I had any interest in watching online, and was after something far more… sustainable. That is, I wanted to find some television show that had run for at least ten seasons so I could endlessly fry my brain in front of the television instead of actually searching for anything.
I clicked through the never-ending list of old television shows, mind still on the pasta I had had for lunch, until I saw something that mildly caught my interest: some old show about a group of friends and their adventures and drama, with- get this- twelve seasons. Sounded boring. But, I reasoned as I stretched out on the sofa like a cat, there was a
reason it was popular, and there were enough seasons to keep me entertained. Grabbing my tenth- eleventh?- packet of chips that day, I settled down among my pillows.