"The only problem with I have dreams is that they come to an end. My nightmares come to an end as well though, so I guess it balances itself out, but I wish that just once I could stay in that dream a little longer. Just long enough to see her one more time." Charles said, leaning in from the black lounge chair that he was having trouble deciding whether it was truly a lounge chair or not, because it was smaller than most. Doctor Hanley was sitting across from him, and she responded in what seemed to be a genuine tone of interest.
“What dream? Who’s face?”
The way she spoke impressed him. She seemed like she actually cared, which he wasn’t used to. Most people listened in façade. “Oh right, sorry. It’s this dream I’ve been having for the past 3 years, 6 months and 11 days,” Charles stated in an assured manner.
“That’s rather specific, what happened on…let’s see… “The Doctor walked over to a calendar on the wall behind where she was sitting.
“October 10, 2007.” Interrupted Charles, as if he had been holding the date in and could no longer do so.
“Right. And what happened on October 10th, 2007?”
The doctor sat back down and crossed her legs. It was then that Charles noticed her being incredibly attractive. She was fairly short, he guessed around 5’3, and she was in exceptional shape. Her skin was well tanned, giving it an olive color. Her lips were soft and full, and her face was full of confidence. Her hair, which matched her eyes in color, was dark hazel, and sat just below her shoulders. Looking into her eyes he felt comfortable, a rarity for him, to say the least. He noticed her looking back into his eyes, and immediately swung his head away and stared off at the wall of her degrees and certifications to his right, pretending he was just looking around. He felt awkward and decided it was time to go.
“Sorry doc, but this is our first date, I can’t go spilling all my secrets right away. You might fall in love with me or something. Charles regretted saying the last part. “Jesus Christ I’m cheesy” he thought to himself.
“Please, if you must call me doc, at least say doctor Hanley.
“What about your first name then?” the query came with a smile.
“Sorry Charles, but this is our first date, I can’t go spilling all my secrets right away. You might fall in love with me or something."
Charles smirked, and got up to shake the doctor’s hand. As he grabbed the silver handle, Doctor Hanley spoke from her chair.
“Your next appointment is Thursday, the 28th, a week from today. I hope you will be more comfortable with me next time so we can make some real progress. I understand that it can be difficult to talk about things, but I am not here to judge you, only to help. If you need to reach me before Thursday, feel free to call. Just call the office, and my extension is 6214. I’m here until around seven usually. I’ll waive your fee for today since you weren’t here very long. Have a nice day Mr. Cameron, and keep it real.
“Keep it real?” Charles asked, laughing at the phrase.
“Keep it real. I could tell you to be happy, but I wouldn’t want to force anything on you. I think you should just be you, I believe that’s the best way to be happy. So keep it real.
“Word.” Charles responded. He looked at the doctor, threw up a peace sign with his right hand, and exited the room. As the door closed behind him he could think but only one thing: “This is going to be a slow week.”
“Word,” repeated the doctor almost inaudibly, smiling to herself.