Gemotions

The world felt distorted, as if seen through a funhouse mirror. The sudden impact, a deafening crack that reverberated through the very foundations of the house, jolted him awake. He had been trying to sleep, but the anxiety had proved too persistent. It was a familiar burden, a constant companion.

He immediately scrambled to the window, his heart hammering against his ribs. The old willow, a fixture of the neighborhood for decades, lay supine on his neighbor's roof. A wave of nausea swept over him. The magnitude of the damage was immense.

He felt the overwhelming urge to flee, to escape the impending chaos. The idea of confrontation, of explaining, of justifying himself, filled him with dread. He started to breath faster. He tried to think, but his thoughts were a jumbled mess. He paced, back and forth, unable to settle.