Gemotions

Her shoes felt heavy, each step a deliberate effort. The sterile, beige walls of the legal department were replaced with exposed brick and abstract art. Everything felt…unsettled. It was like stepping into a dream, a slightly off-kilter version of reality.

She couldn't find her usual rhythm. The faces were unfamiliar, their smiles too wide, their greetings too effusive. Her meticulously planned morning routine had crumbled into a messy scramble. She'd forgotten her pen, and her coffee had grown cold.

She fumbled with her ID badge, the plastic feeling slick and unfamiliar. She longed for the familiar weight of the law books, the comforting structure of case files. Now, she faced a room of open space, and nothing to fill it. Her breath hitched.