Gemotions

The blueprints arrived with a flourish, a promise of enhanced property value. The Andersons, next door, wanted a fence. A beautifully crafted one, designed to increase their privacy. She stared at the plans, her stomach churning. She should call the contractor. She should make a decision. She didn't.

She thought about the painting project she started a year ago. She thought about the emails she should answer. The phone calls she should make. She felt paralyzed. She felt a profound weariness.

The ordered lines of the diagram seemed to suffocate her. She longed to escape, to disappear. The world, outside, felt both too vast and too confining.