Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting long shadows across the office. But Michael couldn't appreciate it, not now. His coworker, Carol, had just mentioned "Camp Serenity," recalling a bizarre incident involving a runaway canoe.

He felt a tightening in his chest. His mind was racing, trying to reconcile the present with a forgotten past. He remembered the canoe, the lake, the sense of exhilaration and fear. He remembered the exact spot on the water.

“Camp Serenity?” he repeated, his voice barely audible.

Carol looked up, her expression changing from lighthearted to a confused one. "Yeah! Did you go too?"

Michael ran a hand through his hair, his pulse quickening. A sense of disorientation washed over him. He felt disconnected from reality, like he was in a bizarre film.