Gemotions

The letter lay on the doormat, crisp and official. Sarah picked it up, her fingers numb. It detailed the condo conversion. She retreated inside, locking the door. The sound of the latch seemed to echo in the sudden quiet.

Her mouth felt dry, her heart was a runaway train. She sat on the couch, unable to move. The familiar patterns of the wallpaper seemed to shift and warp, reflecting her inner chaos.

She clutched her chest, trying to calm the erratic beats. She knew she had to do something, but all she wanted was to curl up into a ball and disappear. The walls began to close in.