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There is a specific, surreal torment to being awake at 4 AM when the rest of the world is asleep. It is the hour of wolves, of insomniacs, and of broken people trying to tape their lives back together. But when you are awake at 4 AM sick with COVID , it stops being a mere hour. It becomes a country. A lonely, feverish country you never applied for a visa to enter.
Now go change your sweaty pillowcase. You’ve earned it. i wrote this at 4am sick with covid
But at 4 AM, you don’t have to bounce anywhere. You can just lie there. You can just write. And when you write “I wrote this at 4am sick with covid,” you are joining a silent, exhausted, global community of people who are doing the exact same thing. I am going to try to sleep now. Probably unsuccessfully. My fever is 101.3. My dog just sighed at me from her bed, which feels personal. There is a specific, surreal torment to being