Gemotions

The sunflowers sat, a splash of unnatural cheer, on the otherwise bare kitchen table. Their bright faces stared up at her. She blinked, the room tilting slightly. It wasn’t the angle of the flowers, she realized. It was her.

She reached for a glass of water, her hand trembling. The cool glass against her palm offered a fleeting moment of clarity. Where had they come from? Had she ordered them? The last thing she remembered was… nothing. An empty space filled the recent past.

She walked to the front door, peered through the peephole, then jiggled the handle. Locked. Safe. Except, nothing felt safe. Not even herself.