Jason sat halfway in his seat. He stared slowly at the insignificance poised delicately about the room containing only him, halfway in his seat. There was a bit of a creak (the only creaking thing he'd heard all day) before she walked into the room, otherwise as quiet as a duck-hunter.
She sat and stared. It was a quick movement, unobserved by anyone except Jason, who wasn't fully sure he had observed it himself. But she was sure he had, even though he wasn't. She greeted him with the only greeting she ever used, "Hello, Jason. How are you feeling today?"
"Oh hello, well, I'm feeling fine, I suppose." She thought long, hard, and deep about that one.
"Well, to be frank, Jason, you don't sound too sure about that." This came as a surprise. Jason had almost hoped that his answer would wholly suffice, that it would wrap up his appointment like a birthday gift and send him on his merry way. Suddenly, he was aware of the error in his ways.
"Well, I mean, you're a bit right about that. It's hard for me to be sure about anything, anymore. Life has sort of...wrapped itself around me. It's hard for me to see anything for sure, anymore. Sorry for repeating myself, but does that make sense?"
"Oh, it makes an awful lot of sense to me, Jason."
There was about a minutes intermission of duck-hunting.
"Well," said Jason, "what do I do about that? I'm very confused about all of this. Desperately confused, really. I feel like I'm standing on the edge of an abyss, really, and I wouldn't have come here if I didn't feel like I needed help."
He watched her eyes from behind a wall of glass. He could feel them tapping on his face with the gentle force of decisions being made.
"Have you ever smoked pot, Jason?"
"Well, I mean, ya, for a few years I smoked a lot. I still smoke every now and then, but it doesn't really get me high anymore. It's just something to help with the anxiety, you know?"
"I see, Jason. You know, you're situation is definitely worrying me."
Jason didn't understand what she meant at first. Worry was the last sentiment he had expected a psychotherapist to express. "Well, ya, I'm worried a bit too," was all he had to respond with.
"You don't have to get belligerent, Jason. We can both be professional here. This is a peaceful place, nobody is judging you here."
Jason laid back halfway in his seat. He emptied all his hopes into the wastebasket beside her thick, brown desk. He slowly fell asleep to dreams of being turned into a sheep.