Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art gallery blurred before her eyes. Emily felt the room spinning. She'd caught sight of Daniel, her "art curator" friend, sweeping the floor. She had to flee. She had to go.

She felt a tingling in her fingers, then her toes. The walls seemed to be closing in. She fumbled with her purse, her hands clumsy and uncoordinated.

She moved quickly through the exhibit, knocking over a display stand. She did not stop. She pushed past the other patrons and burst out into the street.