Gemotions

The coffee shop’s low hum seemed to amplify the internal fireworks going off in my chest. Daniel, the kid who had meticulously built his Lego fort on the edge of the sandbox, and then destroyed mine daily, was practicing therapy? I almost choked on my latte. I could barely contain myself.

I practically vibrated in my seat, my eyes darting around the cafe, taking in the mundane details with new clarity. Sunlight poured in through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. I had the urge to run a marathon.

The thought of him trying to understand my adult anxieties, the irony was almost too much. I could hardly wait to schedule an appointment.