Gemotions

Clara felt a slow, leaden drag in her limbs as she sat on the porch swing. The gentle rocking motion, usually so soothing, seemed to exacerbate the feeling. The bright sunshine felt less energizing and more like a blinding glare. The test results, printed and crumpled in her hand, confirmed the news. *Not a match.* She closed her eyes, trying to block out the world. Her breathing slowed. She let her head loll back against the swing, everything fading to a hazy gray. She couldn't will herself to focus on anything beyond this moment.