Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the air, a pleasant distraction, but it didn't hold. Olivia's meticulously organized board game night felt… constricting. She felt like she was trapped in a box. Meanwhile, Leo's party was at the bowling alley. Her mind was a riot of colors and sounds.

She excused herself, her movements frantic.

In the hallway, she took a deep breath. She could feel a flush creeping up her neck. Every inch of her skin felt alive. She had to escape, to do *something*.