Gemotions

The elevator lights dimmed, casting long, distorted shadows that danced on the walls. Emily felt a prickling sensation across her skin. She fumbled for her phone, despite knowing it wouldn't work.

"Well, this is just great," she said, her voice barely a whisper. She looked at the man, a stranger, who was staring at his phone. He offered no comfort.

She thought of all the things she feared, all the things that could go wrong. The thought process quickened, spiraling. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the rising tide of… agitation.

She suddenly felt lightheaded. The air tasted stale. She wanted out. She had to get out. She had to.