Gemotions

"I just feel… complete, you know?" David, her son, said. The words seemed to reverberate in Maria's ears, which felt like they were stuffed with cotton wool. The news, his newfound faith in Rastafarianism, had landed like a physical blow. She blinked, trying to clear her vision, but the room was swimming.

She swayed slightly, her hand reaching for the table to steady herself. Her body felt sluggish, as if it was filled with sand. She focused on her son’s face, but his image was wavering. She couldn't absorb the information. All she wanted was to be somewhere else. Anywhere else.