Perspective

"HOW CAN YOU NOT BE GOING MAD?!?" she blasted, tearing at her hair. "Confined day after day! The world in chaos! Everything is closed! No people anywhere! There's nothing to do!" She paced in her anguish. 'HAVE YOU NOTHING TO SAY?!?" she yelled, turning to face him directly. "Uh ... well," he started carefully, "very little has changed for me; I'm a vampire." And Dracula pointed to himself and the coffin he had just arisen from. "Been doing this for about a thousand years." And she hissed at him then, feeling stupid, but unable to let it go.