She doodles time to time being distracted by the sun;
it looks like a yolk slowly
sliding on a blue wall. The shrink told her
to be doing things that will keep anxiety
at bay.
Doodling only reminded her of doodling
she did when she was six – shadowy
figures appeared on her bedroom's
ceiling in one stormy night.
Her dad calmly told her
they were just the trees' branches.
Sunsets reveal a different horrid narrative.