Gemotions

The courtroom felt suffocating, and the heavy oak doors felt like they were closing in on him. Henry, a long-time paralegal, had been moved to court clerk duties. The change in pace, the public scrutiny, was proving too much.

He found himself constantly rubbing his forehead, trying to ward off a headache. The judge’s measured tones felt like an echo in his mind, and the eyes of the attendees bore down on him. The legal jargon he used to wield now felt foreign.

He sat rigid in his seat, his gaze fixed on the proceedings, fighting the urge to flee. He felt disconnected, as if watching a play, unable to connect with the reality unfolding before him. He felt… adrift.