Mitys Wife's Perspective: A Short Story

Mitty’s Wife’s Perspective:

I watched as the door shut behind my husband, Walter Mitty. We were in the middle of a couples session, and we were split up into different rooms. The door was shut with a small click, and I turned back to the counselor. A sigh escaped my lips, I had so much to say about Walter and I’s relationship. “Is there any specific topic you would like to talk about?” He asked me. I chuckled nervously.

“Where do I begin?” I leaned back in my chair and searched for a place to start.

“Is he even here? He always comes up with these fantasies in his head. He won’t ever listen to what I have to say, it’s utterly frustrating.” I paused as I set myself up straight and looked down at the floor. “Sometimes, I’m worried he won’t return from his made up worlds.”

“So you

“Hmph, I guess if it’s what makes him happy.”

Walter’s Perspective: I was taken out into the hall by another counselor. I was required to leave my wife to talk about our problems alone. We walked down the hall to another room down the way a bit. It’s walls were a gross beige, they had lack of color. “Here we are, Mr. Mitty.” The counselor said. I didn’t even care at this point, what my wife was saying about me right now. He showed me to my seat, in which he sat across from. “A lot of things are going through your mind right now, aren’t they?” He asked, but I was not paying attention. I was somewhere else, a place that was happy. Blue skies, with white puffy clouds above me. But in here, the pasty white ceiling was the only thing I could see. “I wish that there was somewhere else.” I finally said. “Somewhere else, huh?” His eyes narrowed. “What do you mean by that?” “A place where I don’t have to worry about anything, preferably heaven.” I felt myself starting to fall back into that happier place. “Walter?” I heard the counselor say as snapped back into reality. After he recaptured my attention, he continued to