Gemotions

"Well, that's just fantastic," muttered Sarah, staring at the destruction of the birch tree that had landed on the roof of the shed next door. She’d been meaning to re-organize her own attic for weeks. The boxes were still there, cluttering the stairs.

Her stomach churned. She felt as though she couldn't move, as though some invisible force held her back. The deadline for her work project loomed, the pressure building, adding to the tension.

She picked up the phone, intending to call her friend, but then put it down. She felt the walls closing in, the air thick and hard to breathe. The world seemed to be moving on without her.

She walked into the living room, and sat down on the sofa, her gaze settling on the television, the only safe space.