Gemotions

A sigh escaped me, a low, drawn-out sound that echoed in the confined space. The elevator was a tomb, its metallic shell amplifying the silence. My body felt heavy, each limb a lead weight. I’d been on my feet since before dawn, and now, trapped with Brenda, the seconds seemed to stretch into an eternity.

I watched Brenda fidget, a mirror of my own internal state. I tried to focus on the numbers on the control panel, but they swam before my eyes. The urge to close my eyes was becoming almost unbearable. I leaned against the back wall, desperately attempting to fight the mounting feeling, trying to ward off the sensation that was threatening to overtake me.