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Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
And should I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
Four posts around my bed,
Four angels around my head,
One to watch and one to pray
And two to keep the Devil away
"The last time I saw Spot, he was sitting under that one lone tree that grew by the docks in Brooklyn. His cap was drawn over his face, his legs crossed at the ankles, and his arms were folded across his chest. Whether he saw me or not, I don't know. But I kept on walking. The whole way I walked to the train station, I didn't look back. And I didn't go back to New York. Ever."
"Alright, Desirae, you can wake up now."
Slowly, Desirae Meyers blinked her eyes open, looking around slightly confused. Then it hit her; Dr. Kingsley's office. She sat up from the lounge and ran her fingers through her hair. It had been her first session, and a strange one at that. No need to go into any detail, other than the fact that she'd had quite a few reservations about going, for fear her colleagues would think her crazy. She sighed with relief as the doctor's voice recorder click off.
"You did good today," she commented. "Have my secretary make you an appointment for next week. Preferably the same time.
Picking up her bag, she gave the doctor a small nod and headed out the thick white the door, thankful to have the session come to a close. End day one.