Gemotions

The concert hall was a symphony of sounds – the tuning of instruments, the murmur of the crowd – but all he heard was a dull thrumming in his ears. He sank further into his seat, the plush velvet doing little to alleviate the feeling of being submerged, of sinking. The lights seemed too bright, the air too thick. He felt a profound disconnection from everything around him.

Suddenly, the violins' high notes seemed to pierce through the fog in his brain. He started to sway, feeling a strange dizziness. He didn't want to fall.

He noticed a woman a few rows ahead, her body starting to sway as well. Her hand went to her head, as if she were trying to hold it up.

"It's happening again," she whispered, a pained expression on her face. "I can't…I can't seem to stay awake.”

He nodded, a sense of familiarity flooding him. “Me neither.”