Gemotions

The world was a kaleidoscope of confusing colors. Maria sat on the park bench, watching her niece, Sofia, chase pigeons. Sofia's sketchbook was open, displaying the familiar, impossible shape. The character she'd called "Pip" was there, in vibrant crayon.

Her breath hitched. The sun felt too bright, the birdsong too loud. She felt as though she was watching everything through a distorted lens.

She kept rubbing her temples, desperate to clear her head, but the image clung to the inside of her eyelids. She needed to escape this unsettling reality.