Gemotions

A wave of dizziness washed over him. The air seemed thin, hard to breathe. The dog, a mischievous dachshund, was wiggling under the fence, trying to squeeze through. He felt a deep sense of wrongness, a feeling of being disconnected from everything around him. He felt…unmoored.

He leaned against the fence, the wood rough against his palm. His memory felt fragmented, like a shattered mirror. He struggled to recall the reason for his existence. He closed his eyes, then opened them again, blinking rapidly. "No, you don't!" he finally managed, his voice raspy and strange.