But something is not right. Something is very wrong. The water continues to fill the tub. Connor waits to get sleepy, but nothing happens. His head isn’t becoming lighter and his heart rate isn’t slowing down. His clothes are heavy and pasted on his skin. The water splashes on the floor. It doesn’t belong there. The water doesn’t belong on the tiles. This is not right. There is no peace of mind overtaking. Connor’s mind is filled. There must be dust in the living room. And crumbs on the kitchen table. Connor panics. Nothing is right. Nothing is how it was supposed to be. And Connor feels like a failure. Even more distressed than before.