Gemotions

The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in. Clara blinked, but the words on the page didn’t blur, didn’t disappear. They were real, etched in black ink, detailing her childhood, her failures, her every private thought. "But… how?" she managed, her voice a thin thread of sound. She felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. She felt a pressure behind her eyes, the familiar precursor to a migraine. The book felt heavy in her lap, like a physical weight, pressing her down. She swallowed hard, trying to take a deep breath, but the air felt thin and unsatisfying.