The distinction between months, weeks, and days blurred. Time became non-linear, a common feature of the quarantine dream experience described in 3.93.43.56/assylum-20-06-11-leah-winters-quarantine-dreams.
It was vast, cavernous, lit by chandeliers that held no candles. The floor was black marble, polished to a mirror shine. And in the center, exactly where it had always been, was the white door. Seamless. Handleless. Breathing. Assylum 20 06 11 Leah Winters Quarantine Dreams...
Here's a general paper on the topic: