You sit on your couch in sweet relief. "I think I’ll be ok with lockdown," you tell your roommate, who has surrounded herself with snacks for a quiet night in. You steal a Cheezie from her stash and scroll through Twitter anxiously before pitching your phone across the room in despair. You go pick it up again because you need it to cast Netflix. You put on Mission Impossible because it’s nice to have hope and Tom Cruise can save the world from anything. You relax.