Gemotions

Her vision seemed to narrow. Every sense heightened. The stale smell of the metal, the rhythmic hum of the building's machinery, the silent stares of her coworker. The world was too much.

Rachel felt the familiar flutter in her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force the feeling to subside. She had to remain calm. She must.

She opened her eyes and focused on the small, almost imperceptible, scratch on the elevator's wall. She counted the grooves, one by one, until her heart rate began to slow.