Gemotions

She woke feeling like she'd been run over by a train. The world was a blur, her limbs leaden. Every action was a struggle. She forced herself out of bed, the floorboards cold beneath her feet. The very thought of breakfast was exhausting.

The house had been the scene of a bank robbery and hostage situation. The fact was revealed to her by a very serious FBI agent. The details of the crime, the fear, the chaos, clung to her. She felt like she was wading through treacle.

She walked through the kitchen, the scene of the crime, and felt a profound sense of unease. Her chest felt constricted, her breath shallow. She slumped into a chair, the weight of the day crushing her. She needed rest, but sleep felt a million miles away.