Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent light of the kitchen seemed to intensify the stark black and white of the eviction notice. He ran his hand over his face, as if to wipe away the words. They wouldn't come off.

He felt as though he had been hit by a truck. The apartment was suddenly unfamiliar, like he had just stepped into a stranger’s home. Everything looked slightly out of focus.

He needed to sit down, but the couch seemed to be miles away. He made his way to it, but he had no idea why. He just knew that he needed to do it.

He felt a deep sense of wrongness. The world had shifted, leaving him adrift. The walls of his apartment seemed to be closing in, suffocating him.