His office was a large room, paneled with dark mahogany and dimly lit by one small desk lamp and one tall standing lamp. Dr. Kozlovsky said this was to provide a calming atmosphere for his patients, but it didn't prevent Hannah from seeing rats and beetles darting in and out of the shadows cast by his desk, and the chairs and sofa. No, for her, the atmosphere in his office was not calming at all. Dr. Kozlovsky was young, probably in his early thirties, always dressed well as one might imagine a doctor would, and his slightly long black hair was always a bit ruffled and not slicked back or close cropped in a way that most doctors wore their hair. He sat with calm poise in a high-backed chair, just like one you would expect to see a psychiatrist sitting in, and his piercing blue eyes were always moving about, as if taking in things both seen and unseen around him. Directly next to the doctor's high-backed chair was a small round table in which he always seemed to have a glass of red wine there for him. Hannah personally didn't mind if he drank wine during their sessions, although she sometimes wondered if the mental burden of listening to peoples shitty life's dramas day in and day out required the doctor's constant consumption of wine to keep his wits about him. Hannah sat opposite of Dr. Kozlovsky in a similar, yet smaller chair and beside her was a fainting couch, slightly raised at one end with no arms or back, to lie on if she ever was feeling too emotionally distraught, which she sometimes did. All three pieces of furniture were covered in a very soft, deep maroon velvet fabric and looked very Victorian-goth. The furniture was complimented by two large antique mirrors which hung on two different walls of his office.

 

"So, tell me, how have you been since our last visit?" Dr. Kozlovsky inquired. Hannah, stared at the ground and playing with a lock of her hair, only shrugged in response. Hannah was of average height, with long wavy dark brown hair that she often swept to the side, and large green almond shaped eyes. She was a young woman, 25 years of age, and extremely skinny for her height but with perfect perky breasts and an equally perky behind. Suddenly, Hannah's eyes widened and began to dart wildly back and forth, as if watching something on the ground moving very quickly. "Hannah, master your delusions. They only have power over you if you give them that power." Hannah slowly brought her eyes back up towards Dr. Kozlovsky, but could still see the beetles in her peripheral vision, scurrying underneath the desk. "Hannah, how do you think you have changed since our sessions began?"