Gemotions

He was floating. Everything felt unreal. The sun felt wrong on his skin. He looked at the woman with the clipboard, his neighbor, Ms. Garcia. She gestured towards the enormous evergreen. He had no idea what she was talking about. His mouth moved, but the words were a jumble, a meaningless string of sounds. He blinked. She was moving her lips, but he wasn’t sure he was hearing anything. His legs felt like lead weights. He wanted to run, to escape, but he was pinned to the spot, lost in a swirling vortex of confusion and fear. He wondered if this was the end.