“I don’t know doc,” I said. I was laying down on my therapist’s comfy chair. The white-haired man sat in his large leather chair, writing down on a pad of paper.
“Well, it seems to me that this is a recurring problem of yours. You say that something is keeping you up at night?” His big kind eyes looked at me as a father would a child.
“Yea, I feel like something is staring at me every time I’m about to go to sleep. I thought it was over, but I guess not.”
“What do you mean by that, William?”
“Well, I talked to my mom the other day about it, she says that I used to say the same thing when I was a kid. I’ve always had trouble sleeping.”
“Have you tried confronting this feeling? Checking your closet and under your bed?”
“Doc, I’m a grown adult, there are no monsters in the darkness.”
“Of course, but maybe it would help you mentally, just a suggestion.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Has there been any other problems in your life, mister William?”