The Therapist's office smelled of oak and leather, the scent wafted over Kavitha in waves, but did little to calm her nerves.
She sat down on the plush leather couch, her hands fidgeting in her lap.
"Hello, Dr. Khan, what brings you here today?" asked Dr. Tatiana Petrov, in a thick but soothing Eastern European accent.
Kavitha took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
"I've been having some... troubling dreams," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dr. Petrov nodded, her expression calm and understanding.
"Would you like to tell me about them or write them down?" she asked gently.
"I've written them down," said Kavitha, pulling out a notebook her purse.
She handed it to Dr. Petrov, who took it and began to read.
Dr. Petrov let out a low whistle as she read through the graphic details of Kavitha's dreams of breaking bones and crushing skulls.
"Well, these are certainly vivid. How do you feel when you wake up from them?" she asked, taking down a few notes.
