In this realm, in this in between space of light and dark is where I reside each and every day. Swirling images of soft red velvet, crosses, bile, the mask of the plague doctor and the stink of death all around and without warning my view and my breathing becomes obstructed by the every tightening mask. ‘Dr, Dr? are you quite well? a dazzlingly beautiful woman adorned in a golden brocade gown is speaking to me. ‘Sir. my lord’ are you quite well?