Chapter 19: The Absence of Sensation
The Absence of Sensation
The therapy room—neither too bright nor too dark—was designed to soothe the mind. The bed-like sofa, which had become one with my body, pulled me below the surface of consciousness. The aroma invaded my nostrils, gripped me by the ankles and dragged me deeper. The sleep mask blocked my vision comfortably without any pressure, making the cozy embrace of the sofa and the pleasant fragrance even more sensitive.
Then, a male voice reached me.
[Are you procrastinating on something you need to do?]
“I wouldn’t have crawled into a nest of monsters if I were.”
[Do you feel like you have no friends to confide in?]
“I had some, but they’re gone now. They’re probably all dead.”
[Do you feel like you have no vision or plans for the future?]
“Does survival count as a vision? I don't think getting married and having kids is really in the cards anymore.”