"Please have a seat."
Deep breath in, and out.
I always seem to go to the same place when I'm in that situation
a sandy beach surrounded by water
I'm sorry I have not come sooner to this safe haven under the sun.
Trees blowing to the rhythm of the crashing waves
Please God don't let the sun go down.
I promise I will never leave this chair by the ocean
I feel content and safe here, sipping on my pina colada under the hot sun,
So please, please don't take my drink
Here on an island in the middle of an unknown sea
I dream of what else would make this place memorable when-
Ouch! What was that?
"I pinched you. Will you please wake up?" asked the therapist
You're scaring the other patients.
You were trying to shade yourself under my bonsai tree again.
Were you in your safe place in the Caribbean?
Sounds like we need to talk in my office.
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