Gemotions

He stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. The face staring back felt like a stranger. He'd been gone so long, living on his own, making his own decisions. Now, he was back.

The cheap soap felt slippery in his hands as he washed his face, the water temperature strangely off. He could hear his mother's footsteps in the hallway, the sound making his stomach flip.

He gripped the edges of the sink, attempting to steady himself. The walls seemed to be closing in, the fluorescent light above casting harsh shadows. He took a long, slow breath, willing the feeling to pass.