Gemotions

"Where is it?" Mark mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. He blinked against the harsh sunlight, confused. He walked out, his legs wobbly, into the empty driveway. A knot twisted in his gut.

He ran a hand across his stubbled chin, as though that action would somehow explain the absence. It didn't. He looked up and down the street, expecting to see it. He couldn’t.

He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to run, to escape. He turned, looking back at his house, then the street. Both seemed unfamiliar. He felt a deep, unsettling sense of having lost his way.