Gemotions

The basketball court felt like an extension of his own body. Every move, every shot, was second nature to him. His teammates were brothers, the rhythm of the game a familiar pulse. The squeak of the shoes, the slam of the ball, all brought a smile to his face.

The coach beckoned him over during a timeout. The coach was someone who rarely made drastic changes. His words were a shock. He was being asked to play point guard, a position he'd rarely touched. The coach said the team needed him there.

The sudden shift in perspective was disorienting. He felt a strange flutter in his chest, a sense of falling. He looked at the familiar court with different eyes, the lines and the basket suddenly distant. His teammates' eyes felt like they were watching him closely.