Gemotions

The house seemed strangely distorted. Sarah wandered from room to room, touching furniture as if trying to find her bearings. The memory of her adolescence, so intimately documented, now cast a long, unpleasant shadow over her present. She felt as though she had been stripped bare.

She opened the window, inhaling the cool evening air. The rustle of leaves in the trees sounded distant and distorted, as though filtered through water. She felt exposed, vulnerable.

She walked towards the mirror, and the reflection that stared back seemed alien. She stared, unblinking, as if looking at a stranger.