Gemotions

The world felt too loud. The constant pounding next door was a physical assault. Sarah huddled in her bedroom, pulling the curtains shut against the relentless sunlight. Her heart felt as if it had migrated to her throat, squeezing shut with every crash and bang.

She found herself constantly checking the locks on her doors and windows, even though she knew they were secure. Any unexpected noise sent her jumping, her senses hyper-alert. She stopped answering the phone, terrified of the unknown voice on the other end.

She considered moving, escaping the relentless construction, but the thought of packing and finding a new place just felt like too much. She’d always found comfort in routine, and the disruption was a constant source of disquiet.