I Wrote This At 4am Sick With Covid Here

This is the uncut, unglamorous, real-time diary of the COVID-19 twilight zone. The first thing you notice at 4 AM is the absence of life. The world outside your window holds its breath. No lawnmowers. No traffic. No Zoom calls. There is only the hum of the fridge (which sounds suspiciously like it’s whispering your name) and the ragged rhythm of your own breathing.

The sun will come up. The fever will break. And you will remember this strange, dark night as the one where you didn’t fight the isolation—you wrote through it. i wrote this at 4am sick with covid

Instead, your mind latches onto the big things. This is the uncut, unglamorous, real-time diary of