Gemotions

He stared at the listing, the photograph of the porch swing swaying gently in the breeze. He remembered that swing, the creak it made, the scent of honeysuckle that always hung in the air. A feeling akin to being turned inside out began at his feet and crept upward.

His vision swam. He stumbled back from his desk, the chair scraping against the floor. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture clumsy and unfamiliar. He felt like he'd stepped through a mirror, into a world where everything was slightly askew.

He reached for his phone, fumbling the device. The screen lit up with a notification, a reminder for a meeting he’d scheduled weeks ago. He had no memory of it. He sat down heavily, the weight of the moment pressing down on him.