Gemotions

The florist called. “So, about those centerpieces…” The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken disappointment. It was all a disaster. Sarah felt the blood drain from her face. Her themed scavenger hunt birthday plans, ruined by the fact that Emily had planned a laser tag event the same day.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to ward off a headache. All the invitations, the decorations she'd ordered… were now rendered irrelevant. The carefully crafted clues she’d written for the game now seemed laughable.

She felt a wave of… something akin to despair. She let out a long breath, and sat down hard on the kitchen stool. The world felt blurry, and slightly tilted.