Gemotions

"This isn’t right," Clara whispered, staring at the ceiling. The hospital’s news had left her feeling unsettled. Her body felt strangely heavy, as if weighted down by an unseen burden.

She threw back the covers and rose from the bed, feeling the cool air against her skin. She needed to do something, anything, to break the feeling of being trapped. She went to the kitchen and grabbed a box of cereal. She poured a bowl, then dumped it directly into the trash.

She went to the window, opening it wide, and took deep, shuddering breaths. She needed the wind. She needed something to break up the monotonous routine of her day. She walked out of the house, away from her obligations. She had no destination, only a desperate need to move.