Gemotions

He had to sit down. The flight had taken the remaining vitality from him. "The museum trip!" Leo said, his eyes alight. "Remember that incredible exhibit on the ancient Egyptians?"

He nodded, picturing himself examining artifacts, discussing history, and feeling inspired.

I stared at the ceiling tiles, searching for a place to rest my gaze. My recollection was different. The crowds, the stifling heat, the incessant chatter. It was a cacophony. I remembered the endless corridors, the information overload, and the aching in my feet.

"I remember thinking it was really crowded," I mumbled, my voice barely a thread. "I kept getting lost."

Leo was taken aback. "But it was amazing! The treasures, the sarcophagi..."

I focused on the quiet hum of the air conditioning, a small comfort in the vast disconnect between our memories. My mind felt like a dried sponge.