Jetlagged night
Seven time zones eastwards. As much as you think you’re smarter than your body clock, that you learnt the tricks to beat it, jet lag still wins. You manage to fall asleep ‘round (the new) midnight, or so you think. Then you wake up in the middle of the (new) night, over and over again.
Open your eyes, and the quarantine room takes new shapes, revealed by the artificial light out there. Might as well follow the ghosts, freeze them on the sensor to prove that, while you sleep, the world keeps being. Tonight, you’re just catching it in the act, as you wait for dawn to come.