Gemotions

"Another night, huh, Sarah?" Her father's voice, thick with sleep, followed her into the hallway. Sarah mumbled a vague affirmative, clutching her phone. The dim light of the hallway barely illuminated the peeling wallpaper, a familiar sight she usually found comforting. Tonight, it felt like a prison.

A prickling sensation crawled across her skin. The quiet of the house, the rhythmic breathing of her parents in the bedroom, it all amplified the unsettling feeling within her. A need to move, to escape, to *change*. She'd scrolled through job postings for hours, a frantic search that yielded nothing but more anxiety.

She stepped outside, the cool night air hitting her face like a slap. She started walking, the city streets her only destination.