Gemotions

The dog whined, nudging her hand with his wet nose. She absentmindedly scratched behind his ears, her gaze fixed on the letter. The small, unassuming package lay on the worn wooden floor, a silent threat. She felt a profound sense of disorientation, as though she’d stepped through a looking glass.

She rose slowly, her legs feeling unsteady. The world seemed to tilt slightly. She walked over to the window, staring out at the familiar landscape. Everything looked the same, but somehow, nothing felt right. She was adrift, lost in a sea of unspoken questions, the letter a single, unwelcome buoy.