I Wrote This At 4am Sick With Covid

For those of us trapped in the twilight zone of viral recovery, the arrival of daylight doesn't mean the sickness is gone, but it does bring a sense of relief. The night is over. We survived the hardest hours of the dark, and with the sun comes a renewed hope that today might be the day the fever finally breaks for good.

—one moment shivering under layers of blankets, the next feeling a "fire burning" in my skin. Finding Meaning in the Incoherence i wrote this at 4am sick with covid

It is now 6 AM. The sun is starting to bleed through the curtains. The fever hasn't broken, but it has retreated enough that I am no longer hallucinating about spreadsheets. For those of us trapped in the twilight