Gemotions

The humid air of the Florida summer clung to Maya’s skin, mirroring the way the news had settled in her stomach. Her sister, Chloe, had announced she was becoming a Buddhist. Maya tapped a nervous rhythm on the rim of her iced tea glass, the condensation leaving wet rings on the wooden table. This felt… off-kilter. She pictured Chloe, all sunshine and loud laughter, meditating in serene silence. It didn't compute. She excused herself, claiming a sudden headache, and retreated to the guest bedroom. The floral wallpaper, usually comforting, now seemed to press in on her.