Gemotions

He’d been trying to fix a leaky pipe when he accidentally knocked a loose brick out of place. Behind it, a darkened recess. His breath hitched in his chest, a ragged, uneven sound. He leaned closer, peering into the gloom. What was that? A glint of metal?

His mouth was dry, his tongue feeling thick and clumsy. The room around him began to spin, the objects in the garage wavering in his peripheral vision. A wave of heat washed over him, followed by a sudden chill. The world seemed to shrink, the walls closing in.

He clutched at his chest, his fingers digging into his shirt. He couldn't breathe. The air felt thick, heavy, like trying to inhale underwater. He had to get out. He had to escape this suffocating place.