Gemotions

"Dinner's ready!" Her mother’s voice carried through the house. The aroma of roasted chicken, usually a delight, made her feel nauseous. Chloe pulled herself out of bed, the movement slow and deliberate, as if battling a magnetic force.

She joined her family at the dinner table. Even chewing seemed like hard work. The conversation flowed around her, a lively stream that she struggled to enter.

After dinner, she retreated back to her room, the door closing with a dull thud. The world outside felt a million miles away, and her bed felt like the only safe harbor.