SINFUL DESIRES
“Riven, then. I’m Dr. Vex.”
“Can I call you Octavia?”
“No.”
He smiled. “Worth a shot.”
I pulled up his file on my computer. “Your intake form says you’ve had insomnia for twelve years. Tell me about that.”
“What do you want to know?”
“How many hours do you sleep per night?”
“Three, maybe four. On a good night.”
“And on a bad night?”
“None.”
I made a note. “You’ve tried medication?”
“Everything. Sleeping pills, melatonin, CBD, meditation apps, weighted blankets. I’ve counted more sheep than a farmer.”