Gemotions

The afternoon meeting dragged on, the droning of the presenter lulling some into a drowsy state. Then, Mark spoke. "Remember that ropes course at Camp Longshadow?" The mere mention of the place sent a tremor of discomfort through his frame.

His breathing became shallow. His gaze darted around the room, as if searching for an escape route. He remembered the height, the swaying ropes, and the feeling of utter helplessness. He needed to leave, to find a place where he could feel safe.

He shifted in his chair, a nervous tick creeping into his leg. The words "Camp Longshadow" echoed in his mind, fueling the growing sense of panic. He forced a smile, but his eyes betrayed the truth: he was trapped in his own head.