Gemotions

Eliza flicked through the channels on the television, aimlessly. Nothing held her attention. A nervous energy vibrated beneath her skin, making it impossible to sit still. She felt a need to be moving, to be doing. She stood and walked over to the window. Outside, the world was a blur, all the colors running into each other like a painting.

Her phone buzzed, a text from Mark. He wanted to reminisce about the museum trip. She’d been looking forward to seeing him. The memory she had was so vivid. She remembered the feeling of awe as they stood before the ancient artifacts, the hushed whispers of the other visitors. He'd been particularly fascinated by the Egyptian exhibit.

When she met Mark, he was already at a table. "You will not believe how I got into a fight in the parking lot!"

"What?!"

"It was so surreal." Mark continued to tell her about the event, while Eliza tried to find the events in her memory. He had not been impressed by the hieroglyphs, as she remembered. She felt her stomach drop, a dizzying sensation washing over her.