Gemotions

The letter’s bold print glared at him. “Eviction.” The word echoed in his mind, repeating itself like a broken record. He sat, the chair suddenly too hard, too small. His apartment, once a haven, now felt like a cage.

He rubbed his temples, trying to clear his head, but it felt like cotton was stuffed in it. He looked around his living room, at the furniture, the pictures on the wall. They were all familiar objects, yet they felt like alien artifacts.

He needed to breathe. He needed to escape. He got up and moved towards the door, unsure of where he was headed. The thought of finding some place to go was the only thing that kept him moving forward. He needed to get away, to just go somewhere, anywhere.