This time, it was just my husband and me. The room was quiet. No chaos of visitors. The conversations were just between us. Just the two of us for the first time in six and a half years.
In a phenomenon called enclothed cognition, your clothes may cover your body, but they also infiltrate your brain, putting you into a different psychological state.
Even though we have made it through more than half of our mandatory quarantine already, I'm terrified by the thought of leaving again—even when I'm cleared to.
