Gemotions

The world felt muted, as if observed through a layer of gauze. The neighbor's voice, raised in annoyance, was a faint rumble, almost swallowed by the internal fog. She wanted to shout back, but her mouth felt as if it were stuffed with cotton.

She slumped back against the kitchen counter, the cool surface offering a slight respite. She closed her eyes, and the world seemed to tilt. The floor felt like a boat floating at sea.

She was losing touch with everything, with every feeling. Even her own name seemed out of reach. The neighbor's words just faded into a blur.