Gemotions

The world felt distorted. The dog, a rambunctious husky, was now happily dragging her favorite gardening gnome across the lawn, its grin, infuriatingly, apparent. She could feel her pulse racing in her ears, a deafening beat. Each tick of the clock was a tiny hammer blow against her sanity.

Her body felt light, almost weightless. She began to laugh, a high-pitched, almost manic sound that echoed in the quiet air. She gripped her chest, trying to regulate her erratic breathing. The dog, the gnome, the fence, all blurred into a single, agonizing reality.