Moontalk

"Are you sure no-one is outside?" Jeremy poked his helmeted head off the side of the sofa, his eyes wide and a slight tremble in his voice.
"Not a soul is inside this apartment except the two of us. Now, are you sure you wouldn't be more comfortable if you took your helmet off?" Debbie, Ms. Cole to her clients, was excited to have her first patient. She'd always wanted to be a psychiatrist. When she was a little girl she would analyse her dolls, prescribing them ginger biscuits as some form of mental cure all. She'd never poked at the reason she wanted to wallow around inside peoples heads too much, it might have had something to do with her nervous breakdown and all of the therapy she'd had but she wasn't too sure. "It might be easier for us to talk without........"
"I told you, I can't take my helmet off. How will I breathe if I do?"
"You do know that you're not in space now?"
"That's easy for you to say."
"May I ask you, Jeremy, when you first became scared of removing your helmet?" Jeremy leaned back into the cushion, his head resting inside his space helmet five or six inches above. His eyes widened and rolled as obviously he relived the exact moment.
"Well I'm no therapist, I'm sure I would remember if I was, but my instinct tells me my fear might have something to do with when my fucking helmet came off my fucking head when i was in fucking space." His eyes opened and he looked at Ms. Cole. "What do you think?"
"I have to admit you might be right. Lack of oxygen and your innards feeling like they might explode in the black vacuum of space could well lead someone to fear removing their helmet."
"Excellent. I'm so pleased NASA spent so much money paying you to put my mind back together."
"I sense a hint of sarcasm in your tone Jeremy."
"A hint? Damn, I was aiming for a boatload."
"Alright. So we are agreed on two points. Firstly, you are a sarcastic git. Secondly, you have a fear of lack of oxygen. This fear could be rational or irrational, that is yet to be decided. What I am still unsure of is your reported sighting of a small girl with blond ringlets floating beside you whilst you suffocated."
"What's not to understand?"
"Well, Jeremy, do you think you might have imagined this small child? Could she not have been some figment of your imagination brought on by asphyxiation as a result of your helmet coming off whilst you were spacewalking?"
"Ms. Cole, you will forgive me when I tell you that as logical as your summation might be, it is entirely false."
"And why is it false?"
"Because that little blond monster is right behind you now." Ms. Cole smiled at such a childish fear and hallucination. Her training however told her she should pursue this line of thought to encourage her patient to open up and talk to her. she turned towards where Jeremy was looking. The last thing Debbie, Ms. Cole to her patients, saw was her encyclopedia of mental health problems (a weighty tome as any mental health practitioner will tell you) being brought down upon her head by a small girl with blond ringlets. Jeremy sighed into his helmet. "I suppose I 'll have to find another shrink then." The small girl with blond ringlets giggled as small girls with blond ringlets often do.