Gemotions

The world felt… wrong. It didn’t quite fit. She blinked, trying to clear the haze that clung to the edges of her vision. The driveway, usually so familiar, was a stark, jarring emptiness. Her car, her sanctuary, was missing.

A wave of nausea churned within her. She gripped the edge of the door frame, anchoring herself. Was this real? Her breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. She reached for her phone, but her hand trembled so violently she fumbled it.

Each breath felt thick and heavy, like forcing air through a plugged pipe. A cold sweat slicked her skin. The sun beat down, but she felt chilled to the bone. She leaned against the door, feeling the wood press against her back, needing the grounding of it.