Dr. Benton is sitting in her usual chair, her legs crossed at the ankle, notepad and pen at the ready. I shift in my seat, still self-conscious of her calm, steady gaze, even after months of visits. “It went great, mostly. Actually no, there were a few minor incidents, and a weird spying thing, which freaked me out. Honestly though? For the most part I had a lot of fun.” She smiles, “That’s good to hear. You only had to call me twice over two and a half months, so I consider that a step in the right direction. The intrusion of privacy was probably tough on you, but you seem well.” “Yeah, it feels like it’s getting easier. Sleeping, I mean. I haven’t taken the pills for a while and the nightmares are pretty rare. Dealing with the other shit, the intrusiveness, I guess I’m getting used to it. It’s easier to deal with now that I’m not alone.” I rub my neck and look out of the large window in Dr.
