W.ork I.n P.rogress

"I remember running. I don't know where I was going or why I was, but I remember I was wearing my favorite shoes and jacket." I smiled. 1

"Do you know when it was, or at what point in your life?" he said plainly.2

"It wasn't that long ago, judging by the wear on my shoes, but it wasn't that recent because I just got a new stain on my jacket about a week ago. Aside from that it could have been anywhere between 3 months ago and a week ago." I listened to the words I said and felt accomplished with the description. He looked like he didn't care, like he was there to listen or anything. He took notes but I had my suspicions that he was just drawing a characature of me, as if to mock me and the money my parents shoveled in for every visit. I asked for another doctor, even asking him if he could recommend someone. that was one of my ignorant days. I learned a lot from Dr.D. He was good at teaching but his personality was lacking and I found myself lying to him more and more often. 3

"Can you tell if you are afraid, sad, or any other experiencing any other motivating emotions?" he asked questioning. He thought he smelt a lie. 4

"I don't think I'm scared, or angry. I don't think I'm crying but I have run before because I was sad. So basically I can't tell." I half laughed when I said it. I realized he was suspicious and I wanted to reassure him this was no lie, I really wanted to know what it was about. May be he could dig up something about this dream that I couldn't on my own.5

"Well, you haven't given me much to work with. I want to talk about this more later, may be when you feel more up to it." He said it as if he was bored with the conversation. I was bored so I moved on.6

I had a way of telling him my secrets and gossiping to him about the kid I liked. 7

I told him about what had happened the day before and he seemed interested so I packed it with enough details to keep a five year old interested.  8