Gemotions

He stared at the handwritten note in his hand, the words blurring before his eyes. "Please keep it down" it read, and the simple statement felt like a personal attack. He was sure he hadn’t been making any noise.

He wandered through his apartment, his footsteps echoing in the sudden quiet. He ran his hand over the smooth surface of his bookshelf, but he couldn't recall reading any of those books. He picked up his guitar, but his fingers felt clumsy on the strings.

A sense of deep, unsettling confusion washed over him. The world was like a maze, and he was lost in it. Where was the exit? Did he even want to find it? He sat on the floor, the cold tile a stark contrast to the warmth inside him.