I'm in the waiting room at T's office. He comes to get me and we walk down the hall to his office. He locks the door, because he knows that I don't want anyone else knowing how needy I am.
There's no desk, no couch. In the middle of the room is a big rocking chair and a bear rug on the floor (reference to my dream). T sits down in the chair. I walk over and sit on his lap and curl up in a ball. He puts his arms around me and holds me tight. He doesn't let go. He doesn't loosen his grip. He starts rocking me and continues for the fifty minutes. Every so often, he plants a smooch on my head to show that he does care as much for me as I do for him. For fifty minutes, I feel whole, secure, loved. I know he will not abandon me, at least for that time. The bough never breaks . . .