Gemotions

"Who the hell sent this?" Maria muttered, holding the card aloft. The paper felt flimsy, cheap. Her leg bounced, a frantic drumbeat against the hardwood floor. Everything felt *wrong*.

She’d been cooped up all day, staring at the same spreadsheets, the same lines of code. The card, with its cheerful greeting, felt like a taunt. Her stomach churned.

She decided to leave her apartment and walk. The city, usually a source of comfort, felt chaotic. She kept looking over her shoulder, feeling as if someone was following her. She walked faster and faster.