What can YOU say in six sentences?
"It feels cyclical, up and down and up and down, like the tides, only when I'm down it's like I don't want to do anything but lie in bed and sleep," I said, my eyes scanning the room, taking in the sun-bleached prints of pastel-colored seashells and bookshelves filled with titles like, Why Do Men Fall Asleep After Sex?
There was a snort from the graying man on the other side of the desk, Dr. H, and at first I thought he was making fun of me, his snort, in my head, meaning: You're just another bore trying to explain away a troubled mind with a chemical imbalance.
I looked over and realized he was sleeping, syrupy drool falling from his downturned head onto my chart, and when I said his name twice, softer then louder, he woke with a grunt and a bubbly slurp.
"...Hmm...reading over things here....sorry, allergies...a little under the weather today...continue...," he grumbled, his voice thick with sleep, and I wondered if he took a little something before my session.
I asked if he needed to stop for now and he waved the suggestion away and rose from his creaky chair, citing the need for water as a satisfactory explanation for his sudden narcolepsy.
As he shuffled over to the mini-fridge humming in the corner, he farted--a quick, annoyed passing of gas that brought to mind a crotchety old mallard kicked into action by some kid who wanted him to do more than just lie in the grass--and soon the entire room filled with the meaty smell of a protein diet mixed with hemorrhoid cream.