Gemotions

He woke up with a start, the pounding a physical thing that resonated in his chest. A strange, unfamiliar dread coiled in his stomach. The room seemed… wrong. The light felt off. He sat up, pushing the covers away.

He didn't know how long he'd been asleep. He couldn't remember what day it was. He got out of bed, his feet shuffling across the floor. He went to the window and stared at the chaos unfolding next door. A construction crew. A mess of materials. A disruption of the established peace.

He tried to think. He tried to remember. What was he supposed to be doing? He couldn't grasp the thread of his day. The world around him felt oddly disconnected, as if viewed through a distorted lens. He felt suddenly and profoundly lost.