Gemotions

The neighbor’s words, a furious stream of complaints, echoed in Sarah’s ears. She barely registered them, her mind clouded and sluggish. She leaned against the doorframe, trying to find some semblance of balance.

Her vision swam; the world was blurry around the edges. She felt a burning need to disappear, to simply melt away into the floor. The thought of arguing felt impossible, a mental hurdle too high to overcome.

She blinked slowly, trying to focus on the neighbor's angry face. Nothing could be accomplished, not today.