Gemotions

It was a beautiful day, the sun shining brightly, but Sarah felt a cold dread creep into her bones as she opened the envelope. The invitation felt like a summons, a judgment. She felt the blood drain from her face.

She crumpled the invitation in her hand, then unfolded it again, smoothing it out with a trembling hand. The words swam before her eyes. She felt a familiar weight settle on her shoulders, a crushing sense of inadequacy.

She spent the afternoon cleaning the house, a frantic attempt to find some semblance of order in her chaotic life. Everything felt off-kilter, out of sync. She avoided calls from her friends and family, wanting nothing more than to be left alone. She felt a deep, profound sense of unease.