Gemotions

The tiny space felt suffocating, a metal tomb. The fluorescent light flickered, casting eerie shadows that danced on the walls. She felt a familiar hollowness in her chest, a void that had been growing steadily wider for weeks. She was exhausted.

She tugged at the collar of her blouse, as though seeking air, but the feeling of constriction remained. Her coworker, Ben, paced restlessly, muttering about deadlines and missed meetings. She barely registered his words.

She closed her eyes, trying to conjure a pleasant image, a peaceful place. But the scene always dissolved into a blurry, indistinct mess. She felt fragile, like a glass figurine on the edge of a table.