Gemotions

The brightly colored card felt alien in her hand. It was a stark contrast to the muted tones of her life. She looked at it again, the cheerful message a little too saccharine. It made her feel… restless. She couldn't shake the feeling of being held in place. She felt the need to get up and do something, anything, but the energy wouldn't coalesce.

Her apartment, usually her sanctuary, felt confining. She paced the small living room, her steps echoing in the silence. She needed something new, a change of scenery. A breath of fresh air. She longed to travel. She felt like a butterfly trapped under glass, forever fluttering against an invisible barrier.