Gemotions

"How did they get it so wrong?" she muttered, the question a whisper in the echoing emptiness of her apartment. She walked through each room, a place she knew intimately, but now felt like a stage set. A script she hadn't written. Her hands trembled as she touched familiar objects. A photograph, a worn armchair, the chipped mug she drank from every morning. She closed her eyes, trying to recapture the feeling of being herself, before this invasion. It was gone. A void opened up inside her, a space where memory and reality were no longer aligned.