It's the first day of Junior year and Idaia's feeling pretty good. She likes her classes so far, it's a beautiful day, and she just has an indescribable positive feeling. Her last class of the day has just let out and she has an entirely tolerable amount of homework.
Her phone rings.
"Hello?"
"So if we were to work together on grief counseling, we would probably meet every week for a couple of months, to talk about your grief, how you were experiencing it, where you wanted to get, and then learning some coping strategies. Does that sound like what you're looking for?"
"Alright. It's been lovely meeting you, Imliss. How shall we arrange a followup appointment -"
And they pick a time.
Hooray therapy. Imliss thanks her and drives to the hotel and then it occurs to her that they weren't expecting her so she texts her sister confirming that she's not going to walk in on something objectionable before coming up to the room.
My sister is in the lobby waiting for the all-clear after coming back from her first hypnotherapy appointment. Emotional support first, lovemaking later.
"Great! I have instructions for lucid dreaming and appointments for actual therapy, which is not technically what I was going for but is actually better!"
"And then we have to retrieve the blasted things, of course, which is less straightforward."
"But it's an engineering problem, we're good at those. Well, certain people are."
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