Gemotions

The gentle rocking motion of the hammock in the backyard was almost hypnotic. Emily had spent the morning gardening, and now, the effort seemed to catch up. She felt a profound need to be still.

A sharp rap on the fence startled her. It was Mr. Chen, his face animated with excitement.

"Emily! We're putting up a fence! Thought you should see where it will be." He pointed out the layout with a flourish.

Emily struggled to focus, the lines of the fence seeming to shift and dance before her. She mumbled something in response, wishing he’d just leave her. She felt like sinking into the grass.