What if we are emotionally disconnected for a day?

Pushing my blanket off my face, I slowly opened my eyes. The first thing I continue to see every day is my off-white coloured clock with a block red coloured frame. It was almost 8 AM. I was allowed to go late to the office these days due to the pandemic. My dreams were filled with delusions the previous night that I woke up tired. Freshening up, I went downstairs. Yeah, my flatmate was already awake. She was busy in the kitchen when I went. She didn't care to notice me at all. "All good?" I asked "Yeah. Kind of." She replied. "What does that kind of mean?" "It means what it is." She wasn't angry, still, she wasn't looking at me. I chose to ignore and proceeded my day. I reached office at around 11:30. The attendant, who usually greeted me when I entered did not care about my presence. The weirdness of my flatmate followed by the behaviour of this guy disturbed me. Ignoring all this shit, I texted my boss to discuss the day's ...