8. An Alternative to Sleep

He touches my elbows.

Fu-

His fingertips?!

Cut me.

I snatch his hand.

And grab his collar.

R:”Do you want to start?”

P:”…”

R:”…”

     1st time I see him smile.

     It’s worse than I thought.

P:”Stop that.”

R:”I am done.”

P:”Not that.

That.”

     He cuts his smile down. 

     What’s the touching for?

R:”Think about your most distant souvenirs.”

P:”What’s the-”

R:”Think!

Remember…”

     Shouldn’t be too hard to-.

R:”Do not focus on it.”

P:”How should I do?”

R:”Let the thoughts come.

Do not visualize them.

Feel them.”

P:”That’s the rules?”

R:”Only the 1st one.”

P:”??”

R:”Remember…

Your most traumatic souvenir.”

P:”Why do you keep saying souvenir?”

R:”Same as the 1st one.

You do not want to visualize it.”

P:”…”

R:”The sensation.  

     The outcome.

The aftermath.

None of this has to be shaped precisely.”

P:”?”

R:”You seem confused.”

P:”Ha…”

R:”For the last one…”

P:”Yeah?”

R:”Do you have an Enjoyable Memory?”

P:”Got some.”

R:”Do you have a Fulfilling Memory?”

P:”…”

     He touches my elbows again.

     No cuts.

     …

     I punch him in the arm.

     …

     No answers.


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