Gemotions

He’d always felt a certain detachment, a quiet sense of not quite belonging. Now, standing in the bright kitchen, the sunlight reflecting off the stainless steel appliances, Daniel knew why. The test results, printed in black and white, laid the truth bare.

He paced the length of the kitchen, a restless energy coursing through him. His carefully constructed life, the one he had built with such precision, felt shaky and uncertain. He kept running his hands through his hair. He needed to sit down, but the chair in his kitchen no longer held the same appeal.

He looked over his shoulder. The reflection in the window showed a stranger in his own body. He was alone.