Gemotions

He was here. He knew that much. Where *here* was, though, was a different matter. The yard sale was a swirl of colors and sounds. His head spun. A small, familiar bear. It was a strange sensation. The world was too loud, too bright.

He stared at the bear. It was a familiar brown, its button eyes missing. He picked it up, the material coarse beneath his fingers. He felt… dislodged. Detached. He clutched the bear close, and his vision tunnelled.

He took a step. Then another. He had to escape. The chaos. The noise. He didn’t know where he was going. He just had to go.