Gemotions

He sat on the porch swing, watching the sunset paint the sky in vibrant hues. The beauty of the scene should have soothed him, but instead, it amplified his disquiet. Every creak of the swing, the chirping of crickets, seemed to amplify his sense of dread.

He pulled at a loose thread on his jeans, his fingers fidgeting. He needed something, anything, to distract him. He imagined going back inside, but the thought filled him with a sense of dread.

He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees, and stared at the ground. He felt utterly and completely lost.