Gemotions

The florist had been cheerful, almost too much so, and as Amelia took the arrangement, a mix of sunflowers and asters, she found herself shrinking back in unease. She shut the door quickly, the click echoing in the silence.

She carried the flowers into the living room, a space usually filled with calm. Her hand shook as she set them down on the coffee table. The vibrant colors seemed to pulsate, reflecting her own inner turmoil. She felt trapped.

She sat on the sofa, clutching the cushions, and stared at the flowers. Her mind raced with questions, each one amplifying the sense of dread that had suddenly consumed her. She felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. The room felt as though it was closing in.