Gemotions

The air conditioning hummed, a monotonous drone that grated on her nerves. She kept adjusting the strap of her purse, a nervous habit that seemed to amplify the feeling of unease bubbling beneath the surface. Her gaze darted from the framed diplomas on the wall to the sterile, minimalist furniture. It all felt so… impersonal. She felt disconnected from herself, like her body was a separate entity, betraying her with every twitch and tremor. She wanted to scream, but instead, she just sat, frozen.