Gemotions

The small, leather-bound book felt heavy in his hands. He flipped through the pages, the entries in his father’s familiar script. "Write a song." "See the Grand Canyon." "Tell her." The last one hung in the air, a silent accusation. He rubbed his temples, a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes. He felt a profound sense of disorientation, a disconnect from the world around him. His breath came in shallow, uneven gasps. The room began to spin, the objects blurring into a disorienting haze.