The Modest Room: A Narrative Fiction

I lay patiently on the cracked leather chaise longue. The modest room was a fading cream colour, books line the wall near my feet in an ornate shelf, a small desk and chair sit by the wall opposite me next to the iron door, there is a single swinging light in the middle of the room which casts a golden glow over everything and a painting of a sailing ship hangs above me.

A sinewy man materializes before the door wearing a long white lab coat with a blue shirt and white tie. He grabs the iron chair by the door and yanks the chair over to me and sits down. He looks down at the sheet of paper on his clipboard,
"Good evening Mr. Robert, we shall proceed".
"Is there any wrong at the moment, Mr. Robert?"
"My legs and arms feel heavy Doc", I reply slightly concerned.
Robert".
"Well, I keep getting the same nightmare".
"Is that so, would you please elaborate."
"Uh, sure well... I find myself chained to an iron bed and water just floods around me slowly covering me and eventually I can't breathe and then I wake up".
"Could this be related to anything, maybe you had a bad experience as a child?" "I don't think so if so I can't remember it".
"Maybe this is about you becoming too overwhelmed by things happening in your life, have you been under any extreme stress lately". "No". "Anything else you want to talk about such as friends or family?" "My friends and family are fine, in fact, I'm having dinner with the in-laws after this".
"Well, that's a surprise Robert after all they sent you to an asylum".
"Huh? No, I'm just here for a check-up after the incident". "You're right Robert I just tested your sanity", the doctor chuckles. "Ok Robert the session is over you may get up and leave". "That was quick, I'm