Gemotions

The news hit him like a physical blow. James had barely managed to register the words before the room began to spin. "I'm getting transferred to Florida." He felt rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to speak. The air felt thick, heavy, difficult to breathe. He blinked, trying to clear the sudden blurriness in his vision. The details of the room – the familiar furniture, the well-worn rug – seemed to recede, to become indistinct. He felt detached, as if he were watching the scene from a great distance.