Gemotions

The woman across from the reception desk kept offering him magazines, but he just waved them away. He couldn't focus on words, let alone articles about mindfulness. His heart felt like it was doing a bizarre drum solo against his ribs. He felt like he had to keep moving, so he stood up and walked around. He needed to be *somewhere* else.

Finally, his name. He followed the receptionist to a door. It was closed. He found himself hesitating, his hand hovering over the doorknob. Then, he heard it - that familiar cadence. “Come in.” He opened the door, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis. It was him.