Should have stopped myself. I need more sleep.

I apologize to her for missing last week. “Life sometimes gets in the way,” she says.

Before I leave, she wraps my right arm in what feels like two rolls of tape. I take a deep breath in and try to relax my body as she gently pulls my shoulder back and down, my scalenes and pectorals up and away.

My arm is still vibrating, still tingling, still numb. What if it never goes away?

The sound of my shoes on the gravel in the parking lot.

Detachment.

My mind keeps drifting to other places and other dreams. I stare out the window and look at how the sunlight makes everything shimmer.

Chopin Nocturne No. 6, Op. 15, No. 3

Well, we tried. At least now he believes me.

Too many things.