Chimera

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The sound of the alarm clock shuddered the sheet that covered her body. Julien woke up too early. That was the first night she could sleep since the mishap - it was a mishap as far as she could remember. Bathing, eating, see the sunlight, was torture to her. A gift in vain, she thought while she took the elevator, escorted by a bailiff - He said his name, but she did not really care - . Four weeks, four different bailiffs, none believed in her innocence.

Dr. Henry seemed to be the only one who would not give up on her, always treated her as an equal, not like the others that looked crooked to her. His patience made her uncomfortable. That always neat hair, his starched turquoise shirt and lined with a beige pants, his shoes in the same shade of a black butterfly tie, and the way he separated the color for pens on the office desk seemed to match the sequence of frames in wall, all those things made her feel anguished . Dr. Henry was a handsome man, however dull. Perhaps for this reason, he believed that the case of Julien was so interesting.

Even after a month of therapy, Dr. Henry kept asking the same questions for her - waiting for some different answer, or maybe he was just prolonging the meetings- from "how are you?" until the color stripes socks that Isaac was wearing that night.

- Do not you see that it is useless? - she interrupted- You know I've said all I saw, all I remember. I am not crazy, you are the one that fucking with my mind!

- Hum... I think it is time to become our conversation deep. Mr. Hazem, could you leave me alone with the patient, please? - the bailiff moved his head slowly as a sign of OK - You should take some coffee, this will take some time.

Julien had not a clue about the doctor's planes, but she did not seem worried. The excess of organization made her uneasy.

- Is it a bid to "reach perfection" or what?

- Sorry?

- This thing to separate the pens by color, and keep the frames aligned...

- Oh! No, it is only... organization. Nobody can reach the perfection.

-- Why did you ask to stay alone with me? Answer me fast.

- Julien, since I had access to your testimony, I knew I needed to study you. You talk about premonitions, as I had never heard before. I think you have a gift, you must learn to use it, to understand it...

Julien did not realize what made him so instigated. "What I do with that shit? That should be given for someone else!" She has had these dreams since she was a child: first her dad, then her best friend in primary school, and now Isaac. While Dr. Henry tried to explain something like the relationship between the dreams and the brain, she remembered how Isaac reacted when she told him about the dream. "It is new drug? You promised me you would stop..." He loved her, but was another that could not understand her. He was bitterly lovely, funny, but offensive. He used to dress badly, but was so smart that caught Julien's heart since the first time they fell out in front of the Brunswichk Bar. Amsterdam looked livable after that fight. Now he was dead and she was the main suspect. What a mess is the life...

Dr.Henry talked about his fascination for studies of the human mind, and also about the hypnosis technique. Everything sounded like a squeak of a old Tv to Julien:

-So, what my gift has to do with it?

- I want to try a technique with you. You must come back to the past - he spoke while he pulled an ottoman that was behind a bookcase - to know where this ability to see the future does.

- And is this the time machine?

- No, it is a different ottoman. You will need some comfort.

Julien accepted that the doctor continued the session. She lay down on the couch and concentrated on a moss green book that was in the fourth shelf of the bookcase, - as he had request - four beats on the table with four seconds interval, the hand of the clock moved up four times and time stood still.