Gemotions

“Three hours, can you believe it?” said her coworker, John. She just nodded, her gaze fixed on the floor. Everything felt muted, as though seen through a thick pane of glass. The elevator had stopped halfway between floors, perfectly reflecting how she felt on the inside.

Her shoulders slumped. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but the energy was gone. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes. She bit the inside of her cheek.

The metallic scent of the elevator seemed to intensify, mixing with the faint fragrance of her perfume, creating a nauseating cocktail. She longed for a place where she could just breathe.