Gemotions

The clack of the keys filled the apartment, a metronomic rhythm that grated on her nerves. She watched her son, Finn, typing furiously, his fingers dancing across the keyboard. The flashing lights from the monitor illuminated his face, casting it in a strange, ethereal glow. Video games. He had become consumed with them. She used to love playing.

She felt a wave of nausea. Her own computer sat unused in the corner, a relic of a forgotten past. The familiar world felt alien and confusing, the air thick with an unspoken tension. Her surroundings seemed to tilt and twist. He was speaking gibberish, and she didn't understand the language.