Gemotions

The polished steel walls reflected a distorted version of Carol’s face, emphasizing her growing discomfort. The silence was punctuated only by her own shallow breaths. She felt an overwhelming sense of dissatisfaction with her current state.

She closed her eyes, trying to visualize a calm place, but her mind kept returning to the confines of the elevator. She felt the urge to start rocking, but she knew that would be a bad idea.

She reached into her purse and pulled out a small notepad and pen, but she didn’t write anything. She just stared at the blank page, a symbol of the emptiness she felt.