Gemotions

A heavy lethargy had settled over Amelia as she walked through the garden. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows, blurring the vibrant colours of the flowerbeds. The scent of lavender, usually so invigorating, now seemed to pull her down. She stumbled, and caught herself on the dilapidated trellis. “This all feels like a dream,” she muttered, her voice thick and slow. Her brother, Daniel, was already inside, bustling about the kitchen. He glanced at her with concern, but she just waved a hand dismissively. She really wanted to sit.