Gemotions

The coffee cup shattered against the wall, a spray of brown liquid and ceramic shards. She hadn’t meant to. The information had simply… overloaded her. A buzzing sensation filled her head, making it difficult to think.

"Impossible," she rasped, the word barely a whisper. She spun around, frantically scanning the room, as if expecting the furniture to vanish.

Her vision blurred. She clawed at her face, trying to physically scrape away the feeling of dread that was overwhelming her. It was a suffocating pressure, a vise tightening around her chest.

She had to clean up the mess. But she couldn't. Her hands wouldn't cooperate, frozen with fear. The broken cup seemed to mock her, a tangible representation of her shattered sense of security.