Gemotions

A shiver ran down her spine, raising the hairs on her arms. The threat, the impending change, settled in her stomach like a lead weight. She felt a need to move, to do something, anything, but her limbs felt heavy.

She stared out the window, her gaze fixed on the expanse of green that would soon be barricaded. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. The blood thrummed loudly in her ears.

Her mind raced, a whirlwind of anxieties and imagined scenarios. She pressed her hands to her temples, trying to slow the spinning. Her nails dug into her skin, leaving crescent-shaped marks. She needed to escape.

She grabbed her keys and rushed towards her car, the engine revving to life, ready to flee.