Gemotions

Everything was too much. The scent of cut grass, the sounds of distant traffic, the incessant buzzing of a fly. The dog, a fluffy poodle, was happily digging in his vegetable patch. His head throbbed, a relentless drumbeat in his skull.

He felt like a stranger in his own yard, watching a play he didn't understand. His body felt heavy, his movements slow and clumsy. He began to walk towards the dog, each step a struggle. He tried to form words, but they wouldn't come. He just stood there, lost in a swirling vortex of confusion.