Gemotions

"Another day, another dollar," Sarah muttered, smiling to herself. She expertly crafted her latte, her movements precise and automatic. The gentle hiss of the steamer was a calming sound, an integral part of her morning ritual. She felt a lightness, a sense of well-being that came from this reliable cycle.

She had just finished reviewing her department's budget for the quarter, and everything was right on track. The team was performing well, morale was high. She had already mentally drafted her presentation for the company board meeting next week. She felt a warm glow inside, a feeling of satisfaction.

The meeting started, and Sarah found herself disoriented by the words. Her stomach began to churn. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her equilibrium, but the sensation wouldn't go. The room swam into a blur. Her hands felt clammy.