Gemotions

The fence was up, a stark, unwelcome presence. She felt it like a physical weight, pressing down on her. The world had shifted, changed without her permission. Her pulse was rapid. Her breathing was shallow.

She had always relied on the familiarity of the street, the easy interactions with her neighbors. Now, the open space was gone, replaced by hard wood. She no longer had access to her old habits.

Her routine was shattered. She couldn’t function. She started to avoid leaving the house, the outside world now seemed too dangerous. The world had become a hostile place.