Gemotions

He was captivated by the beautiful calligraphy in the letter he'd discovered in an old copy of *Hamlet*. The words spoke of a tragic loss, a betrayal. David's stomach churned. He felt a profound sense of… unease that wouldn't leave him. He closed the book and set it aside, but could not remove the letter from his mind.

He went to the window and looked out at the street below. He felt a tremor in his hands. He felt a burning sensation on his face. He rubbed his eyes. The world seemed… different. He checked the locks on his door and leaned against it. He slowly slid to the floor.