Gemotions

The Christmas lights went up on the house next door. They weren't your average, run-of-the-mill, cheap plastic lights. These were intricate, bespoke, and expensive. I watched in disbelief. Mrs. Olsen, always so quick to offer a cup of sugar, a helping hand, a kind word, now had a light display that looked like something from a theme park.

I sat on my porch, my usual Christmas decorations forgotten. A wave of dizziness washed over me. I felt a rising tide of confusion I couldn't understand. Why?