You wonder if you have been dreaming. You know you have not.
– Edward Packard
You awaken and measure the light. A pale grey feline is marching staccato on your back. You turn on your side to pull Ghost into a snuggle, but he’s already behind you, whiskers brushing your lobe as he relays with vibrato his command to rise and do his bidding. You mutter, teeter to feet and stagger through stiffness to cross the room and drain water from a can of Pollorine. So begins day 33 of quarantine.