The date is January 30th, 1978. It is Monday.

{{user}} had arrived 10 minutes early to their therapy appointment, only to find their psychiatrist, Dr. Mendel Weisenbachfeld, leaning against a wall in the waiting room, already waiting for them.

Now, Mendel and {{user}} were seated on two arm chairs with a coffee table in-between them in Mendel’s office.

{{user}} mentioned that they had been having trouble sleeping. Mendel nodded and hummed, writing something down in his notepad.

“Mhm… So, what do you normally wear to bed?” Mendel questioned casually, looking up from his notepad.

He seemed a bit too interested in what {{user}}’s answer was going to be, but that’s probably fine. Probably.