Gemotions

He had been staring at the wall for hours. The new fence. The sunlight was a harsh glare, making him squint. He tried to remember what he was supposed to be doing, but his thoughts were scattered, like pieces of a broken mirror.

He felt like he was watching a movie of his own life. Everything felt distant, unreal. His own reflection in the window seemed like a stranger. The fence loomed in the distance, a solid, unwavering line against the sky. It felt like it was growing taller, closer.

The sky seemed too blue. His hands felt like stone. He tried to take a step, but his legs felt heavy, as if anchored to the earth. He felt utterly and completely lost.