Gemotions

The clatter of silverware and the murmur of conversation swirled around Emily, creating a monotonous drone. She found herself zoning out, her focus unable to latch onto anything. The room seemed to shrink and expand with each passing moment.

She felt a strange heaviness in her limbs, an urge to simply let go and sink into the plush carpeting. The floral centerpieces became a blurry kaleidoscope. Her attention drifted between the present and a past filled with dreams.

She was vaguely aware of her name being called, the sound echoing from far away. Her turn had come. She slowly got to her feet, her legs protesting with each movement.