Gemotions

The drive to work felt longer than usual. The radio played a cheerful tune, a stark contrast to the oppressive silence in the car. The morning traffic added to the general stress. She had no energy. Her thoughts were racing. She felt empty.

The office was a hive of activity, a whirlwind of nervous energy. Rumors and whispers filled the air. She wanted to retreat, to hide away. She could not bring herself to engage in any activity.

The company was being sold. She stared at the screen, the words blurring. Her world began to shrink. The room spun. She thought she was going to be sick.