Gemotions

The cold seeping into her bones mirrored the chill that had settled in her heart. Her hands felt clumsy, her movements stiff. She tried to go about her day, but every action felt like a performance, a charade. The eviction notice sat on the kitchen counter, its presence a constant, nagging reminder.

She went to the window, looking out at the world, but saw only a hazy blur. The familiar sights of the street seemed distant, unreachable. She felt disconnected, adrift in a sea of uncertainty. She wrapped her arms around herself, as if trying to shield herself from an invisible force.

Her breath hitched, and a single tear traced a path down her cheek, leaving a cool streak on her skin.