Gemotions

Her head throbbed. Everything felt too loud, too bright. The dog, a hyperactive Jack Russell, was racing around the garden, a blur of white and brown. She clutched the edge of the picnic table, her knuckles white. Where had she been? Where was she going?

The world swam before her eyes. The familiar landscape of her backyard felt alien, rearranged. She couldn’t seem to grasp the present moment. She watched the dog tear across the grass, each movement a mocking echo of her own inner turmoil. With a deep breath, a shaky plea, she called out, "Come back here."