Gemotions

"Everything alright, Maya?" Her mother's voice, a soft whisper, broke through the fog. She nodded, though the simple gesture felt like a Herculean effort. The car ride had been long, a relentless blur of scenery that hadn't managed to hold her attention. Now, finally home.

The unfamiliar familiarity of her childhood bedroom offered a momentary sense of peace. The room felt smaller, the walls closing in slightly. She sank onto the bed, the familiar scent of lavender from the old pillowcase offering a fleeting comfort.

She stared at the ceiling, the patterns of the wallpaper slowly blurring. A deep ache settled in her bones, a feeling of weary surrender. All she wanted was to be lost to the world, to disappear into the depths of a dream.