Inhale, one, two, three. Exhale, one, two, three, four. Everything in rhythm, in the same way all the time. Counting everything - the seconds to breathe, how many times I dribble a ball before shooting, how many times I chew before I swallow. Everything has a specific number, and I won't do it any other way. I don't know why I do this; instinct perhaps? Or maybe just a bad habit. But no matter how hard I try, I know I won't be able to break out of this routine. Nobody else seems to do this, but maybe they do and nobody shares it.Naveah's life was close to perfect. Until she woke up from what she thought was reality.