Gemotions

The constant movement of the blinds, swaying in the breeze, made Alex's vision blurry. He couldn't seem to focus. He was filled with a sense of urgency, an urge to break free from the confines of his own mind. He felt as if he could barely breathe.

He had promised to meet Ben. They were meeting to laugh about the prank they had pulled on the party, the shared feeling of exhilaration, the moments of utter hilarity.

He met Ben. "I can't believe we thought that was a good idea."

"It was so funny!"

"It was us. We weren't there."

The memory, moments before, solid and real, now dissolved into a fog of doubt. The ground shifted beneath his feet, and a wave of nausea washed over him. He felt utterly lost.