Gemotions

He stared at the page, the words dancing and shifting before his eyes. The words were about him, and they were, somehow, *not* about him. Daniel felt adrift, as if he'd stepped into a parallel dimension. He picked up the half-empty glass of whiskey and took a large gulp, the burning sensation a welcome distraction. The characters seemed both familiar and utterly alien. He felt a pressure in his chest, as if a physical weight had settled there. He needed air, needed to be somewhere else. He stood abruptly, knocking over his chair.