Sunday Finnegan is the definition of chaotically detailed. She is powered by coffee thanks to her addiction of reading smutty books till 3am, cheerfully goofy and optimistic to a fault.
She's fresh out of Quantico and already has her first big girl...
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Either Dr. Carver has some kind of calming essential oil that is being lightly aerosolized throughout the entire room from some hidden mechanism in the ceiling tricking your brain into a false sense of serenity or Pickles is just a really good therapy dog.
I think it's the latter.
"How did the homework go?" She questions with her legs crossed in her chair. Today she was wearing some kind of romper, a rainbow striped shirt reminding me of rainbow brite's sleeves and big thick round cheetah print glasses.
"I never thought about how calming coloring can be. But I guess art can be used to express emotions and distract from them. If someone is distracted it can decrease anxiety, sadness, and other overwhelming emotions." My gaze falls on one of her artworks...
It was a huge vibrant pink and orange Queen of Hearts playing card, but it wasn't like the actual playing card itself. The queen had sunglasses on, big hooped earrings and a glass of champagne. It was quirky...I kinda liked it.
"You know coloring is thought to have a soothing effect because of the rhythmic repetition involved in hand motion. Some compare it to a meditative state. It's also known to improve heighten anxiety significantly, helping a patient calm down before engaging further into the session." Spence rambles out.
Dr. Carver looks between the both of us smiling as she listens to us nerd ramble.
"Would you say that it helped during one of the harder questions?" She asks.
I can see right through her. She's trying to see if coloring will helping me when it's time to talk about what happened in the forest. A cold shiver assaults' my body as the memories quickly flash through my thoughts.
Pickles head whips up looking at me with his adorable puppy eyes. He nuzzles closer to me while I take slow deep breaths. Dr. Carver sees the change in me but doesn't point it out, instead she watches me...seeing how I self sooth....how I self regulate.
"We didn't ask the questions during coloring." Spence states.
That gets Carver's attention as she raises a brow. "You didn't?"
"We did..." Spence clears his throat trying his best not admit that I was straddling him during the questions and ended up having sex afterwards. "Other soothing methods."
"I see.....it's good to have alternative methods." There was a knowing smile on her lips, nodding her head. "Sunny the last time we talked you mentioned something about comfort shows. Do you watch them often? Is there a specific show....episode..."
I debate answering her, there was a war raging inside my mind telling me I should be on guard at all times. That I can't trust her. She was playing a game, trying to trick me into a false sense of trust. It was all overwhelming. The worst part about all of this, she was my ticket to being cleared to actively work in the field again. My one way trip back to a normal life...
