Gemotions

The weight on her chest was crushing. She wanted to text her mother that she couldn't find her usual spark, but composing the words felt impossible. Her fingers trembled as she began to type, “I…” The message went to the dry cleaner’s number.

A wave of helplessness washed over her. She deleted the text, but the damage was done. Tears blurred her vision. Every color seemed muted. The world felt muffled, distant, like looking through a fog. She buried her face in her hands, wanting it to all stop, wanting to wake up from this long, dark nightmare.