Gemotions

The silence in the dorm room was unbearable. A single shaft of sunlight sliced across the floor, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. This place, once filled with hope, now felt like a prison. Aisha felt an uncomfortable prickling under her skin.

She opened the window, letting the cool breeze rush in, but it failed to cool the burning feeling in her chest. She found herself opening and closing the desk drawer, shuffling papers that held no interest, the clicking sound a rhythmic counterpoint to the racing thoughts in her head.

The walls seemed to press in on her, and she suddenly craved open space, a place where she could breathe.