Gemotions

The setting sun cast long shadows across the yard. She stood at her window, peering through the blinds. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat. She chewed on her lip, a nervous habit.

The hammering was constant, the rhythmic thudding echoing in her chest. She wished for silence. The fence was a promise of isolation, a boundary erected between her and the world. She felt a cold dread, a feeling of being trapped. She turned away from the window, and closed her eyes.