Gemotions

The cafeteria food, usually palatable, now seemed like an insult. Professor Ramirez, her mentor, was vacating his position, leaving her thesis dangling. The smell of the reheated lasagna was overwhelmingly repulsive.

She shoved her plate away, barely touching the food. A wave of nausea washed over her. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to buzz with a new, unpleasant energy.

She noticed her hands were clenched into fists, knuckles white. She quickly released them, trying to calm herself. The world felt… contaminated. She needed to clean, scrub away this feeling.