Gemotions

“No,” she whispered, staring at the screen, the words “application denied” burned into her vision. A wave of nausea surged through her, and she felt like she might be sick. She clutched at her stomach, trying to quell the rising tide of sickness.

She jumped up from her chair, and began to pace her tiny apartment, her footfalls quick and erratic. The walls seemed to close in on her, and she felt a sudden urge to escape. She needed to get out, to breathe.

She grabbed her keys and fled, not even bothering to grab her coat. The cool air outside offered some respite, but the feeling of being trapped, of being adrift, persisted. Her whole future was now uncertain.