Gemotions

“Just breathe,” Emily muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible. She sat on the edge of the bed, the small notebook clutched in her trembling hands. The crisp cotton sheets felt like sandpaper against her skin. *See the pyramids.* The words swam before her eyes, blurring with the tears threatening to spill over.

She had to get out of the house. Had to do something, anything, to distract herself. The thought of all the things her mother hadn’t done was an oppressive weight. She rose, her legs shaky beneath her, and paced, back and forth, from the door to the window, the movement a frantic search for peace. *Ride a hot air balloon.* The thought brought a strange, tight feeling to her chest.