I tried in a few different ways to simulate how little sleep Hanna was getting, and how it was affecting her perception of time. In school I lived across from a 24-hour Dunkin Donuts, and found myself there before dawn regularly for no particular reason, drinking soda in the dead of night. There was something enchanting about the city actually shutting down and a quiet emerging. I purported to be busy in those days, and certainly I was, but I wasn't actually getting work done at night. It was a sort of combination of escape and self-reproach, to chase my anxiety into the dead of night, where the next day of school or work seemed like an eternity away, and nobody I knew was outside or online. I was alone with my bad feelings. I had neither comfort nor distraction, though the silent city and the internet signaled the promise of both.