Gemotions

"Is this right?" she mumbled, staring at the elaborate origami crane resting on her piano. It was folded from a vibrant, unfamiliar paper. Colors that she was sure she hadn't touched. The entire house felt wrong.

The melody of the music she was planning to play felt warped in her memory. She went to the front door and stared out at the street. The trees seemed too tall, the houses too close. The sound of children's laughter, usually a pleasant background noise, grated on her nerves. She slammed the door, suddenly, violently.