Gemotions

The dog, a goofy labrador, stood there, panting, a stolen sock dangling from its mouth. He felt like he was observing the scene from a great distance. His own backyard seemed strange, as if seen through a warped lens. The world seemed to be fading around the edges.

He raised a hand, as if to wave, but his arm felt leaden. His thoughts were a jumble, a collection of disconnected images and feelings. He started walking towards the dog. Each step was a battle. "Hey!" he yelled, his voice sounding unfamiliar, a stranger's in his ears.