Gemotions

The world felt muffled, like being underwater. John fought the urge to close his eyes again, the remnants of a pleasant dream lingering at the edges of his awareness. A jarring vibration, then a sharp, violent sound. He opened his eyes and forced himself to sit up.

He rubbed his eyes. The world seemed blurry. He dragged himself out of bed. His neighbor, Mr. Peterson, was outside, surveying the damage with a bewildered expression. A large pine tree, felled by the wind, had landed squarely on his shed. John sighed. He had a feeling this was going to be a long day.