At the Dentist
Going to the dentist must be one of the most daunting- nay terrifying- experiences ever. But when the pain comes, and persists, it takes you down the rabbit hole right into the spider's den- more explicitly- the dentist's chair. The sheer immaculate, shining surfaces are unnerving, as is the gentle whirring of the clogs of the monstrous contraption that is the dentist's chair. The smell of disinfectant just adds to ambiance of dread and dismay. But most horrifying of all are the tools of torture that are laid out with meticulous precision, teasing, taunting and testing the resolve of the bravest souls. As the doctor strolls in without a worry in the world, clad in pristine white and looking like the ghost of all my hopes and desires, I shrink a little bit more into the plastic covered chair, as if somehow it would grant me respite against the looming and inevitable pain. Then something strange happens: the sounds emanating from her mouth are gentle and soothing like