Gemotions

The shadows in her apartment seemed to lengthen, taking on strange shapes. She hadn’t slept well in weeks. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of leaves outside her window, sent a jolt of alarm through her. She felt exposed, vulnerable.

She’d almost cancelled the appointment, but she needed help. She’d made it this far. She knew she was being unreasonable, but the thought of facing him again filled her with dread. The name on the email confirmation still taunted her. Dr. Michael Davies, LCSW.

She forced herself to eat a piece of toast. The taste was chalky in her mouth. She kept replaying snippets of childhood memories. She took another bite, a knot forming in her stomach.

She grabbed her purse, her fingers trembling as she fumbled with the strap. She had to go. She had to.