Gemotions

"You’re playing first base, Daniel." The baseball coach’s pronouncement washed over Daniel like a cold wave. He was a shortstop, comfortable in his familiar routine. First base demanded a different kind of finesse and a constant, intense alertness.

He felt a tightness in his chest and a growing sense of dread. He started to unconsciously bite his lip. The other players' excited chatter sounded distant, almost mocking.

The pressure began to build. He imagined the ball screaming towards him, the runners bearing down. His palms were already starting to sweat. He had a sudden and overwhelming urge to turn around and walk away.