4 am

The crickets were relentless.

Back and forth the chirps flew, nearly all night long. The rush of the cars on nearby surface streets and highways could easily be mistaken for a river and even though the noise level struck an unreasonable decibel for 4am, this was 4am.

She was worn down. Here at 4am, she sat beside herself. She asked some big questions to check in. How do you feel? Are you eating enough? Have you noticed any signs of social anxiety? Are you too self involved? Anything you want to share about your love life?

She pondered these. She thought about how the woman with OCD might respond. How might her friends respond? She still had her impulse control issues.

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