Gemotions

He didn't remember ordering anything. David’s eyes darted around the apartment, as if expecting someone to emerge from the shadows. The package, small and nondescript, lay innocently on the counter.

He cautiously opened it. A small, wooden puzzle. He picked up one of the pieces, turning it over in his hand. The wood was smooth, almost unnervingly so. The world seemed to shift, the familiar objects in his apartment appearing slightly warped and alien. He felt a disconnect, as if he were observing himself from a distance, unsure of his own intentions. He set the puzzle piece down and stared at his own hands, unsure if they belonged to him.