Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, a drumming rhythm against her taut nerves. She sat up in bed, a cold dread clinging to her like the damp air. She fumbled for her phone, intending to text her friend about the evening's plans: "Dinner at 7. Dress code: Formal." Her heartbeat hammered in her chest. A surge of panicked energy flared through her as she realized the message had gone to her ex, who was notorious for his dramatic responses. She groaned, pulling the covers over her head.