1A Chapter by R. BartiletHello Mr. Therapist. I enter a room -- other than the shelves filled
with old leather-bound books lining one side, the dark-coloured walls were bare. A modern desk, supporting a few family pictures and other utensils,
lies on the opposite half of French windows, giving the room a warm ambience in
contrast to the cold and modern furniture. And of course, placed in the middle of
the room is the white leather chaise lounge, an inanimate object that seems to
welcome me. He sits behind his desk, beckoning me to take a seat. And when I do so,
he introduces himself with some common name, his voice a soothing whisper that
surprisingly warms me into a sense of a security -- a soft lullaby. He starts to
ask questions now. “How
are you?” he says. “I
truly… don’t know.” He nods as if he understands. There’s an awkwardness that
sits in the atmosphere as I am under his scrutinizing gaze. To him, I am a
puzzle that he is trying to put together. I tell him now: good luck, if I don’t
know how I feel, I wouldn’t expect some stranger to. © 2013 R. Bartilet |
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