Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the temple, the chanting, the incense… it was all a sensory overload. Robert felt as though he were wading through thick syrup. His daughter, Amy, was beaming, her face alight as she described her newfound devotion to Hinduism. He nodded along, but his mind felt miles away.

He stifled a yawn, the sound echoing in his ears. His legs felt shaky, and his vision was blurring slightly. He struggled to focus on her words, which felt like they were coming from underwater. The heat in the room was oppressive. He longed for the cool touch of the air conditioner in the car.