Gemotions

She stared out the window, the city skyline blurring through a film of unshed tears. The feeling had been building for days, an internal pressure that demanded release. She felt pulled in a million different directions, wanting to *escape* it all. The thought of staying inside made her skin crawl.

She found the spot, but what she found was not the memory.

The sapling she had planted years before was nothing more than a ragged stump. She ran her hand over the rough bark, her breath catching in her throat. A profound sense of displacement washed over her. The once familiar surroundings now seemed alien, hostile. The world had shifted beneath her feet.