Psych

Groaning as she got out of bed, she cursed herself for not sleeping earlier.
She’d let her Id take over, hadn’t she? She’d let him make her think that watching the newest flicks online were definitely worth missing a couple couple hours’ sleep over. And now look where it had let her off.
She shook her head to clear it.
No, now it was the Superego.
“Ugh, damnit, leave me to my drowsies, why don’t you?” She wanted to yell at her
Subconscious.
“Hey, come on you guys, leave her be, don’t you think she has enough of a bother to function without you guys butting in?”
She smiled.
Ego. Ahh, Ego. She always knew he’d be there to help her out.
Him and his adorable accent; always fresh, kind and caring.
Was it normal to crush on your subconscious balance?
She couldn’t help it, though.
People had fallen for their shrinks, hadn’t they? It wasn’t a first, it was called something, Stolkholm Syndrome… No, that was different. But anyway, it had been known to happen.
So she could fall for her ego..
“I mean, it’s a Freudian concept, ain’t it? And everyone knows Freud saw the world through hormonally tinted lenses. So I’m like totally sure it’s all fine. No need to worry.”
She sighed as she sank into the waiting arms of her sexy, exotic accented Ego.
My hero…