Gemotions

The world had shifted. Everything felt different. The light in the apartment seemed too bright, the silence too loud. She read the notice again, her eyes scanning each word as if it held a secret meaning. She felt the urge to start doing something, anything, but didn't know where to start. Her fingers drummed a rapid tattoo on the kitchen counter. A sudden wave of nausea washed over her. She took a deep, shaky breath, fighting for control. “They can’t do this,” she finally said.