Gemotions

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. He blinked, certain that he was still dreaming. But the empty space in front of the garage was undeniably real, a gaping wound in the tranquility of his suburban existence. A cold sweat slicked his skin. His stomach clenched. He fumbled for his phone, his fingers clumsy and unresponsive. Each passing second amplified the sense of dread, of something terribly wrong. The neighbor’s dog barked in the distance, a meaningless sound that felt like a deliberate taunt.