Gemotions

The elevator doors opened, and Emily stepped out onto the sterile, brightly lit floor. The knowledge, gleaned from a casual glance at the HR database, weighed heavily on her. She walked with a stiff, unnatural gait, her shoulders hunched. The simple act of walking to her desk felt arduous.

She slumped into her chair, the familiar comfort of it failing to soothe. She stared at the computer screen, the bright light assaulting her eyes. She felt a profound sense of…discombobulation.

She ran a hand across her forehead, trying to clear the fog. The office seemed to spin.