Gemotions

He found the antique compass lying on his desk. Its needle was spinning wildly, unable to settle on a direction. He pressed his palms to his temples, trying to force his thoughts to cohere. The world around him seemed to tilt and sway.

He stumbled to the window, peering out at the familiar landscape. The trees looked strangely alien, their branches contorted. The wind felt like a physical force, pushing against him. He felt as if he had lost his anchor, drifting in an endless sea, with no land in sight.