Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked cookies usually made Emily smile. But today, the sweetness felt cloying. Maya had asked her to bring the dessert for her picnic, which was a good thing. The thought of setting up the games at Liam’s party was the other option, and that thought was a huge negative.

She carefully packed the treats, her movements slow and deliberate. Her hands felt clumsy, and her brain felt foggy. The bright colors of the cookie sprinkles seemed overly vibrant.

She leaned against the counter, her legs suddenly heavy. She just wanted to be alone, to disappear into the quiet of her own thoughts. She closed her eyes for a moment, wishing that Saturday would somehow just… vanish.