“How many people have gone through?” I asked.
“Not many,” she said. “Most of them are afraid.”
“Of which?” I asked. “Everything, or nothing?”
“Both.”
I normally sleep on my stomach. Of course, that’s the worst possible position for being able to breathe while congested.
If I had more energy, I’d try to animate this so the circles are moving around kind of randomly, since that’s a much better description of what happens.
Unfortunately, I’m sick, so the animation is a bit beyond me right now.