Gemotions

"We need you at third base, Ben," the coach had announced, a smile on his face. Ben, a first baseman his entire career, felt his face flush with a mix of anger and confusion. First base was home for him. The familiarity, the rhythm of the game, was a solace he relished.

He stood on the field, the infield dirt crumbling beneath his cleats. He looked around. Everything felt… off. Every angle, every line, was unfamiliar. He felt like an intruder, an imposter. The familiar comfort of his position was gone.

He felt the gaze of his teammates on him, a weight of expectation pressing down. He took a deep, shaky breath, and felt a cold drop of sweat trickle down his spine.