I was pissed. I was wide awake at 6am and couldn’t go back to sleep. I was hoping for a restful night so that I was fresh for date night with the doctor. I had refused a line of really good blow the night before for that very reason.
I had a full day ahead of me. While the doctor was out volunteering at an addiction recovery center, I’d be getting pampered at the Ritz Carlton spa. I felt a slight pang of guilt over that, but only for a minute. I needed a little relaxation.
The day before had been an intense one, mainly because of what the doctor decided to share with me about his past. Why did he want me to know all of that so soon? I had a feeling that there was a motive behind his disclosures, but I couldn’t quite comprehend it.
As my eyes focused and the sunlight spilled into my apartment, I reread the story of his dream. A dream about death. Was he becoming uneasy about our affair? Or had his revelations about his past made him anxious?