Gemotions

Her breath came in shallow, rapid gasps. Sarah paced her living room, her movements jerky and erratic. The familiar objects around her – the sofa, the coffee table, the framed photographs – suddenly seemed unfamiliar, mocking. It was a joke.

Her hands shook as she attempted to make a cup of tea, but the water sloshed over the rim of the mug, spilling onto the counter. She stared at the stain, a dark blot on the pristine surface. It felt like her world, her carefully constructed life, was also staining.

She sat on the sofa, feeling drained. Her mind raced. What would everyone think?