Gemotions

He felt a profound disconnect. The ground beneath his feet seemed to sway. He was barely holding it together. He was standing in front of his house, looking up at the sky. There was a knot of people, including his neighbor, Mr. Davis, all looking up, also. They were all talking, and eventually he gathered that they were talking about the tree. It was gigantic. He had no clue what they were saying. Everything seemed to fade and become distorted, as though he was a character in a bad movie. His pulse hammered in his ears. He wasn't sure what was happening, what they wanted. He just wanted it to end.