Gemotions

I woke up, the morning light hitting my face. The announcement about the college had been a dream, surely. I looked around my room, trying to re-orient myself, to find the familiar. It was all still there: the posters, the books, the worn rug. Then, my eyes landed on the email on my phone.

The words were still there, the cruel reality staring back. The feeling returned, a strange hollowness, a sense of… unraveling. I pushed myself out of bed, the familiar creak of the springs offering no comfort.

I stumbled into the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. The reflection in the mirror… didn’t seem to belong to me. I wanted to erase it, to rewind time, to wake up in a different world.