Gemotions

The world seemed to be moving at a different speed. Everything felt labored, as if submerged in thick syrup. Sarah leaned heavily on the shopping cart, her body aching with a bone-deep weariness. Each step was an ordeal.

The grocery store was a sensory overload; the bright lights, the endless aisles, the canned music. She felt a wave of nausea. She just wanted to be home, safe in her bed.

At the checkout, a woman with bright pink hair smiled at her, and said, "I know the feeling." The woman's eyes held the same heavy quality as her own, a shared burden of existence. The woman's words were a revelation: "I get it, I know what it's like."