Gemotions

The notice lay on the worn wooden table, a stark white intrusion in the dim room. Sarah’s fingers traced the harsh, block letters, the words failing to properly register. Her mouth felt dry, her throat tight. A buzzing filled her ears, a constant, irritating drone.

She stood abruptly, pacing the small apartment. The familiar route felt strange. The floorboards creaked underfoot, each sound echoing in the sudden silence. She stopped at the window, gazing out at the street below, but nothing seemed familiar. It felt wrong. Everything felt wrong.

Her reflection stared back, a stranger with wide, unfocused eyes. She reached out, touching the glass as if to ground herself. The sudden chill of the glass served as a small distraction, a momentary reprieve from the swirling chaos in her head.