Gemotions

The world swam. The simplest tasks felt utterly impossible. The loud thrum of a party in the apartment below her was a constant irritation, a physical assault on her senses. The world felt too much.

The phone rang, shattering the fragile quiet. It was Mr. Bell, the building manager. “Sarah, is there something going on in your apartment? We’ve received several complaints about the noise.” His voice was professional but strained.

She spoke her apologizes into the phone. The energy to make the phone call had completely drained her. When she hung up, she felt like she was sinking.