Gemotions

The gallery floor swayed beneath Amelia’s feet. She blinked slowly, fighting the urge to lean against the wall for support. The faces of the attendees swam before her eyes. It was all a blur. Her paintings were on display. They were being praised. But all Amelia wanted to do was to find a quiet corner and close her eyes. She felt a profound weariness, a deep-seated longing for stillness. Someone offered her a glass of wine, the clinking sound of it against the glass was grating. She mumbled a thank you. The desire to simply fade away was almost unbearable.