Gemotions

The small, beige room felt like a cage. Robert paced, the worn carpet offering no comfort beneath his restless feet. The sunlight streaming through the window cast long shadows, stretching and shrinking with the passing hours. He was trapped in the slow churn of time, nothing happening.

A frantic nurse, her face pale, confessed a terrible error. His records were… someone else’s. He felt an undeniable feeling of… detachment. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture conveying his utter lack of energy.