Gemotions

He had woken feeling sharp. Every sense seemed heightened, every thought clear. He had felt unburdened. The thought of visiting his childhood tree had been a comforting one, a thought of something solid and unchanging.

He arrived at the spot, his boots crunching on the fallen leaves, expecting to be met by the familiar sight. Instead, a desolate void stared back. The tree was gone. He felt suddenly ill.

He stumbled backwards, a hand flying to his chest. The sharp edges of his previous clarity softened into a blur, and a bitter taste filled his mouth.