Gemotions

The volleyball court seemed to tilt on its axis. Serena, a setter, had become accustomed to calling the plays, to setting the perfect trajectory for her team to score. Now, the coach wanted her to be a middle blocker.

She felt a wave of nausea wash over her. Her hands instinctively flew to her stomach. She pictured herself, suddenly out of place, attempting to block the other team's spikes. The thought filled her with dread. The net, once a focal point of her strategy, now felt like a barrier between her and her comfort zone.

Her mind raced, searching for the logic she usually relied on to make sense of the world.