Broken Fantasies

“Are you trying to run away from us?”

My therapist smiled slyly. He watched as my feet trotted along the belt of the treadmill. Clomp clomp, clomp clomp. My mind kept pace with my feet. The wilted garden outside the window bloomed into Eden. Brittle gray stalks rejuvenated as the trees danced to the tune of the congregating birds. I increased my speed. Clomp clomp clomp clomp. My feet pounded harder. Daisies blossomed around me. I was determined to reach my destination.

“Time’s up.”

I sighed. I reluctantly turned off the treadmill and returned to the world of broken fantasies.

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