Gemotions

He slammed the book shut, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet library. John’s memory of the camping trip was filled with sunshine, laughter, and a thrilling bear sighting. He remembered a downpour, soggy tents, and a frantic search for lost supplies. He squinted at the cover of the book.

He pushed back from the table, the chair scraping against the floor. How could such a fundamental detail be so misremembered? It was almost as if they had experienced different events.

He rubbed his temples, a dull ache spreading through his head. The discrepancy was unsettling, leaving him feeling adrift in a sea of uncertainty. His chest felt heavy, almost suffocating.