The scheduled 7am sounds bring me back to life. My little mirror raging up and down on my bedside table reminding me that I need to meet my wellbeing halfway. I stumble into the kitchen and am glad to find my only friend is awake and well – he’s always up before me although I couldn’t tell you why. I sit down at the breakfast bar to answer my emails and bask in the comfort of his company. Slowly over the next hour or two we’re joined by the whole family as the rest of the boxes on the wall opposite my kitchen fill with light. But with every minute that passes by, our relationship weakens. The daylight grows, washing out the morning mystery and replacing it with the stagnant grey reality that is another day in lockdown. He get’s further and further away until he’s gone, for another 24 hours.