The Analysis

So this is it?

Having a look around everything seems very symmetrical now, like in a looking glass: 2 chairs identical, wall to wall carpet, 2 twin portraits equidistant on either side of the entrance/ exit.

"Please to sit down."

"umm... which chair?"

"Either, as you please."

I had my little black notebook, the doctor had a little black notebook.

I cleared my throat; the doctor did also-too (as is said locally).

"...do I begin or do You?"

"You," was the ambiguous answer.

The space was dimly lit, with a reassuring air of nondisclosure.

So I started again:

"I am afraid."

"Of...?"

"My fiction."

"Mhmm.." writing it down clearly, I could easily read it upside down:

Fears Fiction

The capitalized letters reaching back out towards me like the scrawny fists of an unwanted infant. I heard a wailing siren advancing from the distance.

"I'm afraid of what's in here."

"Aha..."

"And I don't know why."

"Isn't Fiction one thing in life you control?"

"So I've been told. No, I don't believe."

"Why not?"

"Because the subconscious is more insidious than the conscious."

"Then filter what you don't want."

"The subconscious raises what it wants..."

"Then send it back!!"

"I can't."

[Pause]

"Well...? Doctor?"

"I think you and the babies will be alright."

03.29.2023

There, in the Psychologist's Chair challenge @Last