Gemotions

The afternoon sun, usually a welcome visitor, felt oppressive and glaring as it streamed into Amelia’s apartment. The eviction notice was a weight on her stomach, a physical pressure she couldn’t dislodge.

She stared out the window at the vibrant green of the park across the street, a place that now felt inaccessible. The thought of packing, of sorting through her belongings, felt like an insurmountable task.

A wave of nausea rose in her throat. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the rising tide of fear and anxiety. She could almost feel the world collapsing around her. Her hands instinctively reached out to her, and she felt the warm comfort of holding her.