Gemotions

A wave of dizziness washed over Daniel. He took a staggering step backwards. The drawing, a simple sketch of a shimmering, iridescent dragon with mismatched wings, lay on the coffee table. He knew that dragon. He knew it intimately. He'd spent countless hours with it, as a child. He'd named it Zephyr. And now, his young cousin, Sam, had drawn it.

He could feel his hands beginning to shake. His vision swam. He needed to sit down, to regain some semblance of control.

"Sam…" Daniel began, his voice raspy. "Who... who is this?"

Sam looked up at him, eyes wide with youthful enthusiasm. "That's Zephyr! He flies me to the moon!"

Daniel sank into the nearest chair. The room spun. The familiar image, now rendered in childish crayon strokes, threatened to unravel his sanity.