Gemotions

The morning sun felt like an accusatory spotlight. Sarah stood in her slippers, staring at the vacant patch of concrete. Her stomach clenched. A wave of nausea washed over her. She'd been up half the night, fretting about the presentation. She’d meticulously organized everything. But this? This felt like the final, crushing blow. She gripped the cold metal of the mailbox for support. Her breath hitched. She had to find her car. The thought of dealing with this… this *thing*… made her want to crawl back into bed and pull the covers over her head.