Therapist

Chapter 5: Therapist.

I am going to a therapist, just for my fear of dinosaurs. Right now, it’s 7:00pm. I’m driving there. Arrived. I sit in the waiting room. The seats make my back sore and the magazines don’t help pass the time. It feels like I’m waiting in here for hours. Even though It’s only been five minutes. The therapist walks in.

“Janet? Janet Lewis?”, he says.

“Yes?”

“Come to the room, please.”

“OK.”

“So, you have a fear of what exactly?”

“Dinosaurs.”

The therapist laughs.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!!!”

“Alright. I want you to look at this clock moving back and forth and back and forth and back…”

My eyes close. Lights flash before my eyes for a split second, then I come back to reality.

“Done! 200 dollars please.”

“Here.” I say, handing him 200 dollars.