Gemotions

The world had shifted on its axis. Amelia stared at the vacant spot on her own driveway, the morning light seeming harsh, the air thick with an unspoken wrongness. She pressed her hand to her chest, trying to regulate her erratic heartbeat. Her keys felt heavy in her grasp.

She had been certain that she had moved the car. Hadn't she? Memories felt fragmented, unreliable. A creeping sense of doubt began to worm its way into her thoughts. A small, insidious voice whispering that she was losing her grip. She wrapped her arms around herself, as if trying to physically contain her disquiet.

The day stretched before her, a vast expanse of uncertainty. The thought of dealing with the tow company made her stomach churn. The world appeared less familiar, less safe than it had before. Each sound, each shadow, seemed to amplify her unease.