It's a Wonderful Death

"Are you thinking about it, Alex?"

Alex kept pacing, faster now. He could see in his mind Worthington writing him a prescription at the end of the session. He could see Worthington back at his perfect home, talking to his perfect wife about what a fuck up his new patient was. He could hear the giggles of Worthington’s daughters. He could see himself now, with the amber pill bottle in hand, standing at the bathroom sink with a glass of water waiting to be drunk.

Alex stopped and looked at Worthington and looked at him in the eyes for the first time. "I dream about the place I went when I died."



"Why don't you tell me about it?"

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