Gemotions

The sun seemed to glare down on me, turning the familiar world into a bewildering landscape. My neighbor, Mrs. Harrison, who barely made eye contact, wanted to till a patch of my garden for a garden? The ground began to feel unsteady under my feet.

I brought a hand to my chest, a subconscious attempt to still the frantic rhythm of my heart. The air felt heavy, and I found myself struggling to breathe. The meticulously crafted details of the view before me became a blur.

"I...I'm not sure," I began, my voice hesitant. The words felt like they were struggling to get out. It felt as though a puzzle piece was missing, and the picture would never be complete.