Gemotions

The elevator ride, usually a mundane ritual, became an ordeal. Her stomach churned as the numbers ticked down. When she reached her floor, she stepped out, feeling suddenly unbalanced. She didn't trust her feet.

Her apartment felt different somehow, subtly changed. The sunlight streaming through the window seemed brighter, harsher. She sat down on her couch, staring at the television, but the images seemed to bounce around the screen. She stood up, then sat down again. Her hands fidgeted. She found herself opening and closing drawers, then staring at their contents, unsure what she was looking for. She felt as though the very air in the room was pressing in on her, squeezing the breath from her lungs.