Gemotions

The afternoon sun, usually a welcome visitor through the large office windows, felt harsh and unforgiving, like a spotlight. Sarah shifted in her chair, the leather squeaking beneath her. She felt like an imposter. How could she possibly teach this…this…stranger, how to do her job?

She had been here for so long. She knew everything, or so she thought. Now, the knowledge felt distant, obscured by a thick fog. It was as if someone had rearranged the furniture of her mind, leaving her struggling to navigate the familiar space.

“Alright,” she began, her voice cracking. “So, the first thing is the…” She paused, searching for the correct term. The word escaped her. It was right there, on the tip of her tongue, just out of reach. She felt a prickle of panic rising within her.