Gemotions

The notice, crisp and official, landed like a brick. The air in the room seemed suddenly thick, hard to breathe. I rubbed my hands together, a nervous tic. I felt an inexplicable urge to do something, anything, to make the feeling subside.

I started at the desk, sorting through papers, but stopped almost immediately. My thoughts were scattered, jumping from one thing to another. The apartment felt like a prison cell.

I needed to be free, to move. I went to the window and stared out at the street. The steady hum of the city did nothing to calm the chaos in my mind. I wanted to run, to escape.