I lift my eyebrows a twitch. She notices, of course. She sees all the things I do wrong.
She clears her throat. "Enjoying yourself?"
"Immensely."
I tap my fingers on the table in a pitter-pat rhythm, faster than fast. I'm bored. Bored out of my skull. Her hands slowly close over my fingers, but they keep twitching down toward the table. I had to finish my rhythm sequence and she interrupted at the ta-ta-ta BA BA BA section (which is of course the best part) but wouldn't let me finish with a TA-ta-ta-ta-ta.
"You know why we're doing this, right?"
"Sure."
"Then stop, please."
I can hear the tree on the window. I can hear the cat in the next room. I can hear the clock on the wall. I can smell the lilacs in the kitchen. I can smell the soap on her hands. I can smell the sweat on my neck. I can feel my watch and my pants and the muscles in my legs. My whole body moves with my pulse.
My eyes dart over everything in the whole room and I feel like my eyelids are going to burst. My hand twitches toward them to check if they're really open all the way but her hand is still on mine so I can't move. I shake my head and close my eyes.
"Good" she says. "Thirty seconds. Now, sit up and you can try again."
At first this was a girl and a guy, maybe, I don't know, applying for a loan? Then at the line "You know why we're doing this, right?" I decided it was a boy and his therapist. I don't know WHY but that is what it is.
ReplyDeleteP.S. ADHD is not a thing.
I thought it was something entirely different, but I enjoyed both interpretations.
ReplyDeleteWhen I'm with my cousins and my parents and their parents are playing Rook with us, my cousins and I start tapping rhythms on the table. THEY ARE ALWAYS AWESOME.
But then my mom gets annoyed. Rook is serious business.
And we don't get to finish the rhythm.
Ta ta ta Ta ta ta Ta ta Ta ta Ta... I should probably stop now. Caitlin's looking at me funny.
Caitlin looks at everything funny.
ReplyDeleteYeah. It's the pink glasses.
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