Gemotions

Sarah looked at the drawing, a crude representation of "Mr. Snuggles," the fluffy, many-armed friend of her past. It was exactly as she remembered. The creature, formerly a comforting presence, now felt sinister, the familiarity a source of dread. Her niece, Emily, giggled at her, unaware of the internal turmoil.

Sarah excused herself and went to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face. Her reflection stared back, pale and unseeing. The tiles in the bathroom seemed to spin and she felt a sudden urge to scream. She gripped the sink, needing something solid to anchor her.