Gemotions

The weight in her chest was almost unbearable. Her breathing was shallow and erratic. She read the announcement again. The conversion.

She sat at the kitchen table, staring at the walls. The paint was peeling in places. The appliances were outdated. It was a humble place, but it was *her* place.

The thought of moving, of facing the market, filled her with apprehension. The notice felt like a sentence, a sentence of displacement and uncertainty. Her chest felt constricted. The world outside the window seemed to blur and swim. She felt lost.