Gemotions

The artwork on the walls seemed to vibrate. The light fixture in the ceiling was shaking. The woman found herself tapping her foot, a nervous, erratic rhythm. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was not even noon.

She felt a wave of nausea. She hated this. She hated the feeling of being trapped. She hated the helplessness.

She opened the window, trying to breathe in some fresh air, but the pounding was even louder now. She closed it again, slamming it shut with a resounding thud. She decided to go next door.