Butterflies

"And how would you describe your symptoms?" The doctor asked looking over his glasses at his patient sitting in the chair next to his desk.

"Well, sometimes it feels like there's a magnet in my stomach pulling me somewhere. Like I'm trying to hurry, but in my mind I know I can't hurry it up."

"Mmhm. Okay. It's most likely a psychological thing that's affecting your body he said and crossed his arms and leaned back. "Have you experienced any other sensations?"

"Yeah, also in my stomach. It changes between the feeling of flutters in my stomach or a bouncy ball making me restless. But at the same time I just wanna sit and think."

"I think the flutters are from what we call butterflies. You have butterflies in your stomach." The doctor smiled at the woman.

"Yeah, I've heard about that many times. But it's just so intense, you know? And sometimes I just smile out of the blue. I'm dancing a lot more too."

"I think you're just happy." The doctor laughed. "It's perfectly normal to behave like this when you're happy or excited. Has this never happened to you before?"

She scratched her head and looked puzzled for a bit. She looked as if she realized something and chuckled a bit. "Yes, I have.. I have.. It's just.. It's just so long ago, all these things just freaked me out I guess."

"Well, I obviously won't prescribe you anything for happiness or excitement. Just try and figure out maybe where this happiness stems from and explore it." He smiled at her kindly.

"I already know." she said and blushed.