Gemotions

The hum of the airport's ventilation system became a persistent drone, a soundtrack to his growing anxiety. He blinked, trying to clear his vision. The delay announcement played again, its robotic voice grating on his nerves. He felt a lightness, as though he might float away.

The reunion was important. He hadn't seen his family in years. He felt a sense of dread, the thought of disappointing them heavy on his chest. He looked at the window; the sky was a bruised purple color, which seemed to mirror how he felt on the inside.

He attempted to organize his thoughts, but they scattered like leaves in a windstorm. He couldn't remember anything, not even the simplest things. He sat down and put his head in his hands, trying to regain some semblance of control.