Hand in hand, they resolutely stepped into the hypnotherapist's office. A woman quite often had a question about stopping mutual dependence with the help of hypnosis. The progressive method captivated both of them. The desire for reality without illusions, fantasies and self-deception inspired soulmates to this experience.
Having set comfortably on the couches, the experimenters closed their eyelids and breathed a sigh of relief. The monotonous voice of the hypnotist plunged those thirsting for renewal and enlightenment into a deep sleep. Such relaxation was truly a reward for long months of mental anguish and torment. At the end of the session, a sharp click of the doctor's knuckles brought the patients out of the trance.
Looking around, the man noticed a woman on the next couch and whispered inaudibly:
- How cute! Who is she? It feels like I've seen her somewhere.
Waking up, the lady glanced at the unfamiliar faces and wondered:
- And what kind of a person is next to me? It seems I know him. He is definitely native to me.
In less than a minute, both blurted out:
- We met somewhere.
- Let’s continue our acquaintance, - the man tried to insist.
- With pleasure, - his companion agreed.
- Author: Natalie Gladmir ( Offline)
- Published: July 16th, 2023 13:58
- Comment from author about the poem: It means freedom.
- Category: Love
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