Gemotions

The relentless hum of the air conditioning unit was a lullaby, lulling Clara into a state of… something. She had just discovered that her online friend, “Cipher,” lived just a short drive away. Exciting? Maybe.

She blinked rapidly, trying to clear the haze that had settled over her vision. She massaged her temples, the dull ache radiating through her skull.

The suggestion of meeting up for lunch was there on the screen. It felt like a mountain to climb. Her fingers struggled to type a reply. “Later… maybe later,” she whispered, the words barely audible. The world seemed to be receding.