Gemotions

The insistent buzzing of the doorbell dragged me from the world of my VR game. I ripped off the headset, my heart hammering against my ribs. It was Mrs. Peterson, her thin lips pursed in a grim line. "That… *thing*! The one in your… your… *room*!" she spat out, gesturing wildly.

I followed her gaze, suddenly noticing the humming of my rig's cooling fans. They had been a constant companion as I explored virtual galaxies. My breath hitched in my throat.

I couldn't help but grin. I had built it with my own two hands. The power. The virtual reality. It was *real*. I wanted to tell her about the alien landscapes. I wanted to try and explain the immersive feeling. I’d spent countless hours perfecting every detail. I was proud.