Gemotions

The constant clicking of keyboards and the low hum of the server room combined to create a sense of overwhelming noise. Sarah felt adrift in the sea of activity. She found herself staring blankly at the screen, unable to focus. She simply wanted to sit and stare.

"Sarah, could you check the inventory?" Tom's voice broke through her reverie.

"Sure," she said softly, automatically. The task was a small one, and it felt easier to agree than to make any other choice.

Later, Tom leaned in. “Camp Whispering Pines…ring a bell?”

Sarah nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I was a counselor there one summer."

"No way, me too! That place was wild," Tom said. And the thought of that place, of the lake and the woods, felt like a comforting embrace.