The Old Church 11

As soon as she was finished the doctor came in,

"Once I'm through with her. Take her to the lab for cross-examination," a light-skinned doctor in a white lab

coat approached her and switched on a pen touch into her eyes. Closing her eyes in reflex, she fl inched when

she felt his soft hands on her cheeks.

"Please open them, Ms. Shokay" he quietly ordered.

"Where am I?" She asked.

"Where do you think you are?" he said writing on a white paper clipped on a writing board.

"A hospital?" She asked.

Without receiving a response, she asked "Why?"

"Because you are very sick, very sick" the nurse suggested.

"You mean, because of my dreams?"

"Your dreams are the real representation of your reality, Ms. Sholay"

"Once we find out what's wrong, we treat you and you will be free to go home" the doctor concluded.

"Where am I?" She asked although she already had an idea.

"Bloomfield Hills Psychiatry"