Gemotions

The world felt…off-kilter. Her hands felt clumsy, and when she reached for the coffee cup on the table, she fumbled and nearly knocked it over. A wave of nausea surged through her, and she squeezed her eyes shut, taking a deep breath. She glanced at the clock; it was telling a lie. It couldn't possibly be that time.

She stood up abruptly, pulling her chair out from under the table, which made a terrible scraping sound.

"Everything okay, Sarah?" Her husband, Mark, looked up from his newspaper, concern etched on his face.

"I...I don't know," she mumbled, feeling as though the room was slowly tilting. "I need some air." She stumbled towards the door, the familiar hallway twisting before her eyes.