Gemotions

"Another thing," she mumbled, pushing the paper away. The scent of coffee, usually comforting, turned sour in her stomach. The day had started with a car problem. Now, this.

She felt a hollowness in her chest, a void that seemed to be expanding. The thought of dealing with contractors, the potential for disagreements, filled her with a sense of dread.

She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to find some semblance of comfort. She felt cold. The world felt cold. She looked at the clock. It was still early.