I arrive to the polyclinic, just like any other day. I find my way to the lobby, through these labyrinthine hallways through which I've gone so many times before. Left, right, right. I sit on the bench that's as far as away from others as possible. I turn my music slightly louder and I look at the clock. 3:55, I still have five more minutes. I feel slightly anxious, too many people around me. I want to get out of here, I wish it was already 4 o'clock. I close my eyes and try to concentrate on the music that comes out of my mp3-player. It helps a little, and I open my eyes and turn the music down a notch. When the clock hits 3:59, I hear the familiar voice call my name:
"Rose Crawford".
I can see my psychotherapist in the doorway that leads to the stairs. She's wearing a white blouse and a skirt with flowers on it. I heard she's already thirty-five but she always seems so young. I can barely remember her name, though. Ellen-something. She leads me to the third floor and into her office.
