Gemotions

The world seemed to shrink around Elara. The bar, usually a familiar comfort, now pressed in on her. The clinking glasses, the boisterous laughter, the bass of the music – it all felt distorted, muffled. Her friend, Ben, was boasting about his consulting work, rattling off industry terms that sounded utterly foreign. She’d always believed his stories, hung on his every word. Now, she felt a profound disconnect, a sense of falling, even though she was firmly seated at a stool. His words felt hollow. The world was spinning. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.