3TACTILE TRANSFERENCE
“So, these images have returned again? How has that made you feel?”
Craig stared out the window of Dr. Janet Burris’s third-floor office, watching a light rain fall on the suburban Chicago neighborhood. As he listened to her words, he slowly closed his eyes, knowing where their conversation was headed. Again.
“I’ve told you before,” he began calmly, his eyes still closed. “They aren’t just images or visions in my head, or whatever. I make them appear. It’s not that I want to. I mean, I don’t know how or why I can do it.” He opened his eyes and fixed them on his psychologist. “That’s what I’m always hoping you can help me with.”
Dr. Burris remained silent for several moments, rotating the pen she held between her thumb and forefinger, her lips pursed. She was middl
