Gemotions

A sense of unreality washed over Sarah as she listened to the professor explain the similarities between her paper and the source material. It was as if she were watching a movie about someone else, not herself. The words were meaningless noise.

She felt detached from the situation, observing her own reactions as if from a great distance. Her hands trembled, making the papers she held rustle. She felt a pressing need to leave the room, to escape the suffocating atmosphere.

Outside, the late autumn leaves swirled in the wind, but she was trapped. Her thoughts tumbled and twisted, leaving her feeling utterly lost.