Gemotions

The world was spinning. Or perhaps it was just her. She stood, swaying, a hand pressed to her forehead. The air tasted metallic, and her stomach clenched. The fluffy white dog from next door was sprawled on the grass, looking at her with those big, innocent eyes. It had gotten in again.

She didn't know how long she had been standing there, watching the dog. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours. Time seemed to have lost all meaning. She took a step, then another, the world lurching with each movement. Everything felt muffled, as if she were underwater. "Go home," she whispered, the words barely audible. The dog just wagged its tail.