“I haven’t slept in years.”
“Why’s that, do you think?” The therapist sucked his pencil thoughtfully.
“As soon as I try to sleep I have visions of dying. Even as a child. I’d shut my eyes and I’d see my death. It didn’t stop me sleeping then. Now I’m older each night I fear death will take me.
‘You know that’s an irrational thought.”
“I know but I can’t help it.”
“Tonight you’ll sleep. I’ll hypnotize you to believe you won’t die and you’ll sleep like a dead man.”
The headlines read Dead man found in bedroom after the fire.
In response to the above photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers.