Gemotions

The dog, usually so boisterous, whined at his feet. He glanced down, then back at the sight before him: the neighbor's gigantic maple, felled and resting across their property. He blinked, the image refusing to solidify.

He felt like he'd been spun around in a circle for too long and suddenly released. Everything was moving, but everything was also standing still. His breath came in shallow, rapid gasps.

He had to do something, say something, but his mind seemed to have shut down, offering no solutions. He didn’t know what was happening. He just wanted to go inside, to be somewhere safe, somewhere where the world made sense.