Gemotions

He stared at the review, his vision swimming slightly. Chef Leo felt a peculiar lightness in his head, as if his thoughts were struggling to maintain their hold. He forced himself to take a deep breath, the air tasting metallic. He ran a hand across his face, the stubble feeling rough and unfamiliar.

He went to the window and looked out at the city, its familiar skyline seeming distant and detached. The restaurant, his restaurant, suddenly felt like a stage, and he the actor who had just forgotten his lines. He felt a profound sense of isolation.