Gemotions

She couldn’t quite place where she was. The air felt thick, heavy with unspoken tension. She squinted at the notice, the words swimming before her eyes. It felt like she was trapped in a funhouse, the mirrors distorting her perception.

She needed air, to escape the suffocating closeness of the room. She felt a compulsion to move, to run. She moved towards the door, her hand hovering over the doorknob.

She took a breath and then opened the door. The familiar hallway seemed alien, a winding path she had never traversed before. She felt a need to flee, to distance herself from the apartment and all it represented.