Gemotions

The museum was a cacophony of hushed voices and shuffling feet. Sarah trailed behind her tour group, her legs feeling like they were filled with cement. Each step felt like an immense effort, and her vision was starting to dim. It was as if a heavy curtain was being drawn across her eyes.

She clutched her museum guide, trying to stay focused, but the words blurred before her. She wished she could just sit down.

She bumped into another visitor, a man who seemed equally disoriented. He mumbled an apology.

He then reached out and steadied her. “You alright?” he asked, his voice strained.

Sarah nodded slowly, her head feeling like a bowling ball. “It’s… difficult to focus, isn’t it?”

He replied with a sigh. "I know the feeling. Like the world is just trying to pull you into the ground."