Gemotions

The vibrant colors of her painting supplies seemed dull. The sounds next door had sucked all the artistry from her. She now spent her days staring out the window, her brushes untouched.

Her hands fidgeted constantly. She jumped at every unexpected noise. The simple act of pouring a cup of coffee became a high-stakes operation, the tremor in her hands threatening to spill the scalding liquid.

She couldn’t face anyone. She couldn't even bring herself to answer the phone. The world outside her window was a dangerous place, and she felt desperately trapped inside of herself.