Malisa Wolf – Round 2

Baelnorn’s Note: The highlighted text identifies what was written in Round 1

Screech…Screech…Screech… 

Screech.Screech.Screech. 

SCREECHSCREECHSCREECH!! 

With a groan a slim arm reached over and slammed the old style alarm clock. And a thought floated  across a half conscious brain. “Why that particular alarm…oh yeah it worked…” 

Well mostly worked. The body attached to the brain was still not a morning person. Comfy pillows.  Warm blankets. Cuddly dog. All encouraged the desire to remain in bed. Well maybe not the dog breath.  

And certainly not that persistent annoying dream. Throwing back the covers revealed the pajama clad  form buried underneath. A mild shiver cascaded across her body as the brisk morning air touched her  exposed skin. After embracing or was it accepting the temperature, she reached down and scratched  her dog’s ears. The only response she got was a mild tail thump and a yawn before her dog went back  to sleep. 

“Lucky fur ball” She smiled affectionately. Gabbing her phone she stumbled into the bathroom to grab  her toothbrush. She still wasn’t convinced she like the “U” shape whole mouth system but she was  determined to try it for the month.  

At least it freed up her hands. Which quickly started to search the internet. ~psychiatrist specialty  dreams~ seemed like a good starter keyword search. Flicking though the listings and reviews until one  caught her eye. So she quickly made an appointment.  

The new toothbrush finished its cycle. She quickly cleaned it off and put the thing back in case. Only to  turn and see her dog laying in the hall watching her. 

She just shook her head ruefully. “I guess that old joke about dogs is true.” She took one last look at  her phone before closing the website since she had confirmed her appointment for that afternoon. 

“Maybe now I can figure out why I have had the same dream about a forest and wolves for the last two  weeks”. 

Her day had slipped by in a blink. She knew she had worked on several accounts and sat through  meetings. Ask her now though and she couldn’t remember any of the details. Slipping between various  other people in various other business attire she found her self thinking about how she had ended up  here. 

She had a good job as an account in a good firm. Supportive and caring parents who never ventured  into pushy or tyrannical. The question of how she had gotten to this point in her like never bothered her  just could things haven been different. That was usually the indicator it was time to take a vacation. 

This time though she found herself instead of talking to her boss, She was a dozen blocks from her  office turning into another office building. A short elevator ride found her in a classic hall with labeled  offices. Inside wasn’t much different than she would have imagined. A few decorative pictures and  planets.  

The secretary looked up with a pleasant smile. A little older than she would expect. Although most of  her firm’s secretaries were interns trying to get experience and connections. She was a little curious  about this woman’s story. Although just as rapidly, she figured it would be one of those stories she 

would never hear. Such was life. 

“I have an appointment.” She stated. Working with numbers had always given her a sense of being  definitive.  

The pair of them quickly confirmed her details and she was lead back to the office area. “I hope you  find what you’re looking for, dearie.” 

She had finally started to pick up hints of a carefully concealed southern accent, another little detail she  mindless ignored. turning to meet the doctors eyes. She smiled a little. “Hello.” 

“Hello.” the doctor repeated. He waved at a matching armchair across a small coffee table from his  own. “Have a seat when you’re comfortable.” 

She found that a little curious. Giving the patient time to get comfortable. Apart of her mind wondered  what had caused him to develop that behavior. She took a moment to look around. The office was much  like she had expected from movies and her friends descriptions. With the notable expectation of where  the doctor’s credentials where so was the secretary’s. A registered nurse. As well as someone with an IT  degree.  

Eventually dismissing the oddities she sat down. The doctor had been silent until she was comfortable.  “Your intake mentioned dreams. Tell me about them” 

Appreciating the doctor’s directness. She began to go over what she remembered. “They’re every night.  There’s always a forest. I’m not sure which one though. Sometimes it feels like the redwood forests.  Some times it feels like the forests upstate. Its always spring. I’m always naked but that doesn’t bother  me.” 

She hesitated. “Sometimes I’m a wolf.”  

The doctor sighed heavily. “Well the simple answer is your a werewolf.”