Wait, what? He got a new rug and it's not from IKEA?

My T's office is on the top floor of a building; the final flight of steps is a spiral staircase that leads straight into his office without any extra door. The office door is at the bottom of the staircase, and it's locked (if you try to open it from the outside - it opens from the inside). That gives me a tremendous feeling of security. The room itself has a high ceiling with bare rafters (which I look at when I'm lying on the couch) and a skylight, neutral white walls, and a brick floor with some rugs on it. I like the room very much, and I frequently picture myself there when I feel anxious or down.