Gemotions

The constant movement of the world, even the slight rustle of the wind through the leaves, felt invasive. Emily wrapped her arms around herself, trying to anchor herself to something, anything. The fence was nearly complete, a dark, looming presence. It was a physical manifestation of her unease.

She’d spent the last few days in a fog. Trying to remember where she was meant to be, who she was supposed to see. Her reflection in the window seemed like a stranger. Each time she looked at herself, the face seemed to have changed.

The workmen were gone now. The silence was unnerving. She paced her living room, her steps erratic and unsure. She saw the new fence through the window, an impassable wall. The world felt smaller, more dangerous. She didn't know what it was protecting her from, but she felt trapped inside.