Gemotions

The sunlight seemed too bright, the world too loud. Sam stared at the list, a cold wave washing over him. *Sail around the world*. *Learn to paint*. His mother? A woman who spent her life working in a library? This was a complete departure from anything he could have imagined. His breath caught in his throat.

He wandered through the house, touching objects, as if hoping to find a clue to this puzzle. He felt a profound disorientation, a sense that the ground was shifting beneath his feet.

He found himself standing in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. He didn't know who this person was anymore, the person he had thought he knew. Everything felt distorted and strange.