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I can see you. Recovering.

You leave your house now. Still mostly just to shop, but you don't use the grocery delivery service except on really bad days. Like two weeks ago--must have had a nightmare, the way you woke up all tousled and sweating, and crawled to the corner of your room to huddle against the wall. Did the confined space feel comforting? The way the cage eventually felt safe, because it meant I was done for the night? I'm only guessing. I'm not really in your head. I just know you better than anyone else. I should. So much of you is just a reaction to me.