Gemotions

The professor’s words became a low, indistinct hum. Daniel stared at the page, the sentences blurring. The professor kept talking, but Daniel couldn’t follow. The room swam into focus. He was suddenly aware of the air conditioning, of the creak of the chairs. He glanced at the other students, their expressions a mix of disbelief and dismay.

He felt a curious disconnect, as if he were watching a movie. He couldn’t process the information. It was as though the world had tilted on its axis, and he was struggling to regain his balance. He found himself tapping his pen on the desk, a frantic, rhythmic beat.