Gemotions

"Another reunion," she sighed, throwing the invitation on the table. She stared at it, the colorful design a bright contrast to her mood. She glanced at the photos of her old classmates, each face a symbol of success she didn't possess. A sudden, bitter taste filled her mouth.

She felt a strange restlessness, a need to escape. She began cleaning the house with frantic energy, scrubbing and polishing everything in sight. The activity only increased her anxiety.

She knew she shouldn't go, but the thought of staying home was even worse. The party, the faces, the comparisons - all of it was a looming threat.