Gemotions

The aroma of her grandmother's lavender soap, which she usually found comforting, now felt like a taunt. Her patented design for the self-cleaning soap dispenser was already registered by someone else. She felt... muted.

She sat at the kitchen table, tracing the rim of a teacup. The sun's light streamed through the window, but did nothing to warm her. She felt numb, detached from the world around her.

She picked up a book and opened it, but couldn't focus on the words. She kept trying to understand the feeling that had overwhelmed her, and couldn't.