Gemotions

The biography, “Maya – A Life in Whispers,” lay open on the worn kitchen table. Maya ran a finger over the crisp paper, tracing the words that described her reticent nature, her fear of stepping outside her comfort zone. A wave of nausea washed over her. She felt entrapped. She picked at the skin around her nails, a nervous tic she hadn't realized she was doing, her fingers leaving red marks against the book's stark white pages. The morning sun streamed in through the window, illuminating dust motes that danced in the air, a visual representation of her feeling trapped within a glass box.