I sit in the therapy room, surrounded by walls painted a soothing shade of light gray that seems to calm my nerves. The room is filled with natural light pouring in through the large window, which overlooks a serene garden with lush greenery and vibrant flowers.
The sunlight casts a warm glow over the entire space, illuminating every detail to perfection—making the room seem more therapeutic than I want to give it credit for.
The therapist's chair is positioned near the window, and I notice how the sunlight highlights the books on the shelf behind her. The tomes are a mix of psychology texts, self-help books, and novels, their titles and authors visible in gold lettering on the spines. Guess Doctor Williams advises his clients to take a look at some of them, though he hasn't asked me to do anything of that sort to this day since I became one of his patients. The books seem to glow with a soft, golden light, adding to the room's sense of warmth and comfort.
