Gemotions

The air was thick with a strange mixture of admiration and something else, something that felt like deceit. I couldn’t understand the strange smiles directed at me. My name, plastered across the gallery’s entrance, was a stranger to me. My work was on display, but I hadn’t given permission. I felt the earth shift beneath my feet.

My vision swam. Someone offered me a drink, but I could not manage to accept. My mind raced. This was a nightmare. This was not real.

I backed away slowly, my hands reaching out for something, anything, to steady myself. The voices seemed to grow louder, the lights brighter, until I could bear it no longer.