Waiting.

Every time I knew I was going to see him I'd start to get anxious.
I never knew what I could expect from him, just the thought of going to see him gave me nervous butterflies.
I waited for him patiently and tried to keep my mind busy.
Why did I always feel like this when I knew I was going to see him? it wasn't even a case of me wanting to see him, it was more a fact of I had to.
No matter how tired I was the night before I would toss and turn, I could never sleep.
People would always try to comfort me and offer kind words with a sympathetic face.
I would always get out of bed a few hours early before I was due to see him, I'd spend ages fretting over what I would say.
It was never easy, being my age and feeling this way. I thought as I got older and saw him more and more it would ease my anxiety. I was always wrong.
I went to see him again today, I went through the same routine as I always did. When I got to the place, I quickly checked my reflection in the mirror to make sure everything was ok.
I paced in the room while I waited, finally he met me with a beaming smile.
'hello, lovely to see you again!'
I smiled nervously as he gestured for me to take a seat in his chair.
'I don't know how you stay so upbeat and positive all the time in this place' I said with a nervous smile.
He laughed and replied,
'Well miss it's my job to put you at ease, I'd be a terrible dentist if I didn't...'