Gemotions

He found himself wandering through the supermarket, lost amid the towering shelves of cereal boxes. The vibrant colours and endless choices assaulted his senses. He blinked, trying to clear the haze that clung to the edges of his vision. Where was the pasta sauce? He had come for pasta sauce, he was sure of it, but the memory of the specific brand was elusive, hidden in a fog.

"Excuse me," a voice broke through his reverie, "Are you alright?" A young woman with worried eyes was standing next to him, her hand hovering near his arm.

He attempted to answer, but only a garbled noise escaped his throat.

She continued, "You look a bit…off. Did you need help finding something?" He could only gesture vaguely, his throat constricted, a feeling of deep wrongness washing over him.