Gemotions

The library felt cavernous, the silence amplified by the frantic thumping in her chest. She couldn't concentrate on the assigned reading. Every sentence blurred, lost in a haze of confusion. She’d found her journal, not where she'd left it, but in the most obvious place. The feeling was a cold dread that crept from the tips of her toes. Her roommate, Chloe, had been unusually quiet this week. She'd been avoiding eye contact. She rubbed her arms, gooseflesh prickling her skin. The world tilted slightly, a subtle but persistent imbalance.