Gemotions

Her breathing quickened as she read the eviction notice, the small print blurring before her. The world seemed to tilt, the familiar room spinning around her. She clutched at the edge of the kitchen counter, trying to find some semblance of stability.

The smell of burnt toast, a forgotten breakfast, filled the air, a pungent reminder of her carelessness. She felt a dull ache in her temples, a pressure that intensified with each passing second.

She sank into a chair, her legs suddenly weak. She felt… depleted, as if every ounce of strength had been drained from her. The world was a vast and indifferent place.