Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words blurring before his eyes. It was a digital summons, a confirmation of a meeting to discuss his test results. His stomach felt like it had dropped into his feet. He took a shaky breath, the air in his apartment suddenly thin and oppressive. He pushed himself away from the desk, pacing the length of the room. The sunlight, previously warm and inviting, now seemed harsh, amplifying the dust motes dancing in the air. He pictured himself in a sterile room.