The sun comes up. The birds start their annoying, chipper chorus. Your partner stirs. The house wakes up. And you are still there, phone in hand, eyes burning, a 3,000-word fever document open on your screen.
But you are effectively alone. Your virus has built a wall of contagion around you. You do not want to wake anyone up. You do not want to call a hotline at this hour. You just want someone— anyone —to say, “Yeah. Same.” i wrote this at 4am sick with covid
At 3:45 AM, you were freezing. You piled on two hoodies, wool socks, and the weighted blanket. You were shivering so hard your teeth chattered a rhythm into the silence. The sun comes up