Gemotions

I blinked, the sun hitting my eyes. I pushed open the front door, the wood groaning in protest. The air inside felt stagnant, heavy. I stepped over the threshold, and the world seemed to warp.

The living room felt wrong. The furniture was arranged differently, I was sure of it. I ran my hand along the arm of the sofa, trying to anchor myself. I felt a need to sit, but also to move, to keep going.

I glanced at the window, everything was blurry. I closed my eyes, trying to clear my head, but it felt like something was pressing on my chest. I wanted to remember, to understand. But what was I trying to remember?