Gemotions

The world tilted. He leaned back in his chair, his breath catching in his throat. The name, "David Riley," seemed to vibrate on the screen. He felt an odd lightness, as if he might float away. He struggled to maintain focus. He’d built a life, a good life, a life built on distance and carefully curated memories.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again, as if the physical act of blinking could somehow reset the reality of the situation. He reached for his phone, fumbling with it, the familiar weight providing a small sense of grounding. He felt a strange, disconnected feeling. The present and past seemed to blur.