I walk into the coffee shop and wait in line. "White mocha with whipped cream and a blueberry muffin please." I say. I go sit down in my regular seat in the back while I wait for my order to be ready. I hear the barista call my name and I go to get it. I sit back down and pull out my headphones. I put on my playlist and open my writing software. 3:17. I eat my muffin in exactly 14 bites. Mocha in 14 swallows. I write until 4:04 and then pack my things up. I walk out the door at exactly 4:06 and go to my car. Music on. I drive to the dorm. I take my shoes off at the door and count the steps to my desk chair. Exactly 7. I go back and do it again because 7 is not a good number. 9 this time. I sit down in my chair and open my laptop. I refresh all 3 tabs I have open and check skype before starting my playlist. I look at the clock. 4:29. Matthew walks in at 4:29. He takes his shoes off and slides to his bed in his socks. I count them. Exactly 11. Just like always. He flops down and I count the seconds until he pulls out his newest comic book. 36. Perfect. I look at the clock. 4:31. I get up and walk to the watering can by my bed in 3 steps. 4 steps to the windowsill, 6 seconds to water all 8 of my plants. 4 steps to the side table, 3 steps to the desk. Open Microsoft paint. Check time. Draw until 4:47. Check tumblr. Check Pinterest. Check YouTube. Playlist ends. Matthew and I get up. 11 steps. 9 steps. Shoes. Check time. Leave for dinner at 5:13. Get to dining hall 5:15. Stand in line. Get food. Sit at back table at 5:22. Matthew sits down at 5:23. Wipe hands down. Pull out my own silverware. Wipe it down. Finally, at 5:30, I can start to eat. 14 bites exactly. 11 seconds exactly. 8 bites exactly. Precisely at 5:42, stand up and clear plate. 5:57, back in the dorm. Shoes off. 9 steps to desk. Put on study playlist. Homework until done. 7:16, Matthew leaves for some bar or shit and I go lay down on my perfectly made bed. I throw on my shoes and walk down to the bathroom. I realize I walked out of the bathroom right foot first. I quickly run to my room, counting my steps. 29. I enter, take shoes off, 11 steps to Matthew's bed. I call him. "Come back now." I hang up before he can reply and 5 minutes later he's running in the door. As soon as he sees me on his bed instead of mine, he knows something is wrong. He takes off his shoes. 11 steps. "It's okay Spencer. Count out loud with me. One. Two." I join Matthew counting until my breathing has regulated again. At 8:13, I go to take my shower. 8:30 and I'm back in the dorm. I put on my sweatpants and green sweater and get into bed to read until 9. I check that my 6 alarms are on for tomorrow and then I turn off my light. "Goodnight Matthew. I love you." I say. "I love you too Spencer." He says. I roll over and shut my eyes. I know that I will be asleep at exactly 9:23 and I will wake up at exactly 6:47. All will be well.
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OCD
Short StoryA short story about Spencer, a freshman in college who has OCD. Now with assorted poems and rambles from my perspective. yayy The first story in my series about mental illness. They do not have to be read in order.