[ WP ] A man with OCD is stranded on a deserted island .

& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; When she awoke the ocean greeted her tolling its song. She had lain through the night still harnessed in her life preserver. Nauseated and sore she dragged herself in the darkness to higher ground. When the sand became soft and dry she sat herself up and peeled her sodden layers. A warm breeze came passing through lending a spare reprieve. She sat there for a long while cold yet cognizant of her survival. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; When it was light enough to see she saw shafts of light break aslant through ramparts of cloud roiling beyond the horizon. Every so often they would smite the sea with fire and wind where a ship would sail. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Whenever she traveled she always wore a vest. Old and worn. In the morning she would clean a surface and prepare her articles: 
 
 Wallet 
 Toll money 
 Passport 
 Medicine 
 Pen and Pencil and Paper 
 Satellite phone 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; She would prepare her complement regardless of circumstance. Everything touched and inspected every day. The careful and repeated motions rubbing the brass buttons smooth. The familiar texture of its fabric like a salve. The number of times the buttons opened and snapped shut were the same every time but she never counted those. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Compelled by instinct she searched for her vest. Very quickly she saw it laid afar on the shore where the sea was licking at it. She went over and snatched it from the surf and took it back inland where she placed it over a rock. It was covered in sand and reeked of the sea but she still wiped and creased it like any other morning. She inspected each pocket and opened and snapped shut every button pulling from her ruined clothing the articles she had prepared the day before. She held each of them briefly then set them down on the clean sand like talismans. She plunged her hand into the large side pocket where she kept the phone. She knew it would be there yet she could not help but feel anxious. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; There was nothing there.
