Gemotions

He woke with a start, the harsh motel room light blinding him. He sat up, heart hammering against his ribs. Confusion clouded his senses. He blinked, trying to clear his vision. The room was unfamiliar, the air thick with stale cigarette smoke. His hand instinctively reached for his pockets.

He found it then – a wallet, heavy and full. He flipped it open, the crisp bills catching the light. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to remember how he got here. The details, however, slipped away like sand through his fingers. He felt the weight of the wallet in his hand and the strange, unsettling awareness of not belonging.