Gemotions

The courtroom was stuffy and oppressively quiet. The rhythmic tapping of the stenographer’s keys echoed in Ezra's ears. He was exhausted. The legal jargon, the endless testimonies – they were all just noise. He found himself blinking constantly, trying to ward off the encroaching haze. His eyelids felt impossibly heavy.

He glanced at the defendant, a young woman who looked as pale and drained as he felt. He noticed her fidgeting, her eyes darting around the room, and she had the same struggle to keep her eyes open.

Suddenly, the judge’s voice cut through the silence. “Ms. Gable, are you feeling alright?”

Ms. Gable nodded slowly, her voice barely a whisper. “I…I don’t know what’s happening.”

Ezra leaned forward in his seat, the pieces clicking into place. “It’s happening to me, too,” he muttered under his breath.