Gemotions

The weight of the warm blanket, the soft glow of the bedside lamp, and the quiet hum of the air purifier always lulled Sarah into a restful state. She was in her element, curled up in bed, and had just begun to read the eagerly-anticipated new novel by her idol, Victor Sterling. She felt no worries.

She turned the page, a knot forming in her stomach. A particular passage felt… wrong. She had written something similar, years ago.

She pulled out her old laptop, the screen illuminating her face. The comparisons were stark, the truth inescapable. His words, her words, the familiar rhythm of the writing – all were now twisted, a mockery. The blanket, once soothing, now felt heavy, suffocating. The room grew colder, the walls closing in.