I am at day 6 of isolating at my parent’s house. Last night, it was 5:30pm and I lay stationary on my bed. Hours of clicking ‘next episode’ had passed until the sun set. Straying from the logical step of turning on a light, instead I remained in darkness. The tree directly outside was illuminated by the light emitted from my sister’s bedroom. Beyond that, cars lit up the small road every minute or so. They made no noise. What I did hear was the indistinct hum of whatever my sister was watching on her screen. The cats moving outside my door occasionally chimed tiny bells. I was encompassed by the four walls surrounded me, and yet the limited sounds and sight made me feel at peace. In that moment I was washed over with appreciation that I could be here at the present, to which alternative was my loud and disruptive apartment in Melbourne.