Breathlessly, I run through Walmart with my mask on, avoiding all the maskless shoppers who stare at me as if I am a freak. They are a gaggle of children and nonessentials, lollygagging and taking up the width of the aisles. I am clear-eyed and focused, steam rising from behind my mask and fogging up my glasses. They are out on an excursion, tired of being holed up, if ever they were. All I’m thinking as I grab milk and eggs is I want to go home and cocoon with you and never leave.