Counseling

I entered the room. The books slept quietly on each shelf as if they haven’t been touched in decades. The couch was leveled with the desk in front of it , seemed to me they were having a simple but bland conversation. Also, the windows sat aside from each other , like they wanted nothing to do with one another. There I sat. She told me to talk , and I forced every word out just like they forced me to think this would help me. She soaked up every word I said as if she was a sponge. Then it repeats , again.