Gemotions

The world felt… skewed. He hadn’t slept. The ringing in his ears wouldn't stop. He squinted at the sunlight, his eyes stinging. His neighbor, Sarah, was there, the tree a black silhouette against the blinding brightness behind her. "It's blocking my light," she said, her voice a distant hum. He looked at the tree, at its sturdy trunk, its rustling leaves, the familiarity of its presence a comfort. A wave of confusion washed over him, a feeling of being adrift. He opened his mouth, but no words came, just a strange gurgle. He wondered if he was still dreaming.