Gemotions

A buzz, a constant, low-level vibration, hummed in his skull. He leaned against the cool brick of the house, the sun a hot hand on his neck. The dog, a scruffy terrier mix, yipped excitedly, its tail a frantic blur as it sniffed at his freshly planted tomatoes. He blinked, trying to focus. Where was he? He felt like he'd woken up in someone else's life, a stranger in his own body.

His boots felt heavy, cumbersome, as he moved towards the dog. Each footfall was a conscious effort, a separate act of will. He tried to remember why he was here, what he was supposed to be doing. The sun seemed brighter than usual, the shadows sharper. "Hey," he mumbled, his voice sounding distant and unfamiliar.