The clock read 2:30 in the morning.I'd been staring at the ceiling for over two hours now. The sound of traffic filled the motel room and raced from my ears to catch up with the thoughts flooding my mind. What was I doing here and what would Dr. Mince think of it all?I slowly got out of the bed, slid on my shorts and looked over at the bed.Donna still was sleeping.We'd come here after we left the jazz club. On the way over I thought about all the changes my life had been through in the last few months. I went from being miserable, hopping from bed to bed, with no creative focus. Then, I thought I'd found someone. So, I gave up my art for a job taping orgies and let myself become a punching bag all in the name of love until Steve left me alone with nothing but a bottle of pills and my sadness.

I died and saw hell.I was revived and sent to Haven House and Dr. Mince.In the beginning I thought I still was trapped in hell. A hell of electricity and lack of sleep. I must have been shocked and kept awake for three or four days until what Dr. Mince was saying began to make sense.After I accepted Dr. Mince, my life began to change. My body filled with creative energy and I channeled it through my paintings. My father came back into my life. I let go of the lies that ran my life into the ground.I also met Donna.She saw me as a person, not as a fool to use as she pleased. She loved the work I'd done and found a place for them to be shown. My art is now being recognized and she's never asked for a dime.She told me that she loved me while we got undressed.We tried to make love but we knew it wasn't right.Not yet.I slipped under the covers and tried once more to sleep.Donna rolled over and laid her head on my chest.For the first that night being in bed with her felt right.I thought that Dr. Mince would be pleased.With that thought in my mind I fell asleep.####