Gemotions

The morning light felt intrusive, a relentless assault on her senses. She wanted the day to just…stop. A violent shudder, followed by a deafening roar, ripped her from her half-dreaming state.

She forced her eyes open. Her neighbor, Mr. Carter, was already outside, surveying the damage to his prized rose bushes. The old willow, a source of constant shade, now lay in pieces. She felt a profound sense of inertia. The thought of getting dressed and going outside was an insurmountable task.