Gemotions

Michael sat frozen, the phone a heavy weight in his hand. He felt a deep sense of unease, a gnawing discomfort in his gut. The profile, filled with unfamiliar faces and strange slang, felt like a foreign land. He had no map, no compass.

He felt a tightness in his chest, making it hard to draw a complete breath. He stood up, pacing the room, his movements jerky and erratic. The walls seemed to close in, the air growing thick and hard to breathe. The world felt dangerous, unfamiliar.