Gemotions

Her breath hitched as she watched the workers tear down the old fence. That fence had been there since she moved in, a constant, familiar boundary. It was more than just wood; it was a symbol of her privacy.

The sight of the exposed yard, the vulnerability, made her skin prickle with an uncomfortable sensation. She retreated inside, pulling the blinds shut. She felt a growing pressure in her chest, a sense of confinement despite the open space around her.

She found herself staring at her reflection in the window, her face pale and drawn.