"What keeps you up at night?" Dr. Morga had asked. Bette had no choice but to respond with the truth.

"I worry about a lot of things." She had said. Dr. Morga had nodded slowly and remained silent. Bette was forced to expound. "I worry about work. Everyday I come into the office wondering if today would be the day that everyone would finally notice that I’m a fraud. I’m no museum director. Everyday I wonder if today would be the day that they’d notice all my mistakes, my oversights, everything!" Bette warmed up to the topic. "It’s been two years that I’ve held that position, and still I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Do you know what it’s like to be absolutely certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you’re not qualified for a job? When I was just a curator, I was really good at my job. I knew the ins and outs of it. Two years into being the director, I’m still getting my bearings. I’m not cut out for it, I think. No, I know."

"That does sound like a very substantial worry. So that keeps you from getting rest?" Dr. Morga prompted.

"Well, yes. That’s some of it. Other nights I just like to look out the window. It’s very quiet outside. Often times it calms me. Sometimes it scares me," Bette paused, uncertain of what she was saying. She slowly continued, groping for what she meant. "Have you ever tried to listen to night sounds? Well I don’t know where you live but where we live, there are none. No sounds at all deep in the night. It’s all quiet and dark. Almost death-like. It almost feels like I’m in a tomb."

"Interesting perception there, Bette."

"I guess it’s weird to feel like that. After all, Tina’s right there in the room. But late at night, when I look at her asleep, I think that maybe I’m the only one awake. I’m the only one alive."

"What makes you feel that way?"

"I’m awake while she’s asleep. I guess a crazy part of me feels like she should be awake too."

"Have you tried waking her up?"

"Oh no, I couldn’t do that. She’d get angry. Well, no she wouldn’t. She did ask me lots of times to wake her up when I couldn’t sleep. But I can’t do it. It’s like, I’m hesitant to share the night with her."