Gemotions

The walls seemed to press in on him, the ceiling lowering with each passing hour. He felt the blood rush to his head, his vision blurring. He found it hard to concentrate, each task requiring superhuman effort. The letter, announcing the change, was crumpled in his pocket, a constant reminder of the chaos to come.

He started avoiding his favorite places: the coffee shop around the corner, the park across the street. The world felt dangerous, full of judgment. He felt exposed, vulnerable.

He found himself irritable, snapping at people for no reason. He'd never felt this way. He had an incessant urge to be alone. He pulled the blankets over his head, trying to shut out the world.