Gemotions

The rejection letter fluttered from her numb fingers, landing face down on the cluttered desk. Sunlight, previously a comforting presence, felt invasive now, a spotlight on her failure. She pushed away from the chair, the sudden movement causing her head to swim. Her apartment, usually a haven of neatly stacked books and organized chaos, seemed foreign, the walls closing in. She fumbled for her phone, intending to call her best friend, but the numbers blurred before her eyes, and she dropped it with a clatter.