Gemotions

The bus rattled along the familiar route, but the scenery seemed blurred. Amelia stared out the window, unable to focus on anything outside. She had always looked up to Jessica who had told her she was a CEO. Today, Amelia had seen her, working as a receptionist in a dull office. A sense of displacement enveloped her like a shroud.

She disembarked at her stop, the city streets bustling with people. She felt a profound separation from them, as if she were walking through a dream. The usual comforts of the city held no appeal. She walked towards her apartment, the path ahead shrouded in a mist of uncertainty.