You felt the muscles all over your body ease as you lay down on the leather coach in the therapist’s office
Miss Dolapo. She wore her hair low today. Maybe it was a wig. Maybe a weave. She always scribbled incessantly
Even during your first session. You returned from the hospital a week ago.
Clutched your right hand, felt the bandage over your wrist
Miss Dolapo introduced herself and asked light questions
For your file she said
Eye colour, height, and blood group. She wouldn’t ask of gender. You were 16, it was year 2311. Teenagers were not keen on choosing gender too early in life.
She asked you to talk about yourself
Five minutes of silence
You talked about Jessica
How she had this personality. This awesome personality. It was a gift. How you couldn’t live without her.
She asked who was Jessica.
You were offended. Jessica was a drowning angel. You had to try to save her with every last nerve. She had to live, she had to survive.
Or you would die with her
You apologized for not speaking about yourself
But Jessica gave your life meaning.
Your therapist didn’t mind
She was very interested in Jessica
She asked if Jessica was having any troubles.
Jessica couldn’t have troubles you tried to explain
Angels don’t drown
The world is drowning