Keeping Track - A Drabble

"One, Two, Three, Four," she kept repeating this to herself. She was trying to finish her new drabble but was tired and kept loosing her place. "One, Two, Three, Four", she would hit about 22 and seem to not think that was correct. "One, Two, Three, Four". She got up to 68 this time and then her finger shifted and she cursed. "One, Two, Three, Four", she counted out loud, hoping that if she did it out loud it would help. A man peeked in her window. "Is she still counting?" the nurse asked. The psychiatric aide answered "Yes".