Gemotions

The world felt… thick. As if she were wading through something viscous and resisting. Clara slumped onto the park bench, the cold seeping into her bones. Across from her, Daniel gestured wildly, reliving a shared experience.

“And then, remember the look on that security guard’s face? Priceless! We were so slick, pulling off that prank at the museum.” Daniel’s grin was wide, his eyes alight with mischief.

Clara winced. She could almost feel the weight of the elaborate mask, the sticky warmth of the glue, the frantic panic that had gripped her. All she remembered was wanting to be anywhere else.

"You were so cool, Clara! You kept your composure perfectly."

She felt a hot flush of embarrassment creep up her neck. Composed? She’d been frozen, counting down the seconds until she could escape.