Gemotions

The world felt… wrong. It was the only way she could describe it. She stood in the driveway, the morning light reflecting off the empty space where her car should have been. Her stomach churned. A wave of dizziness washed over her.

She closed her eyes, trying to center herself. When she opened them, nothing had changed. The emptiness was still there, a gaping void. She felt a profound sense of disorientation, as if the ground beneath her feet was shifting.

Her usual morning routine seemed impossible. She couldn't eat, couldn't concentrate. Each task felt monumental, each decision a burden. The day ahead, usually a collection of mundane tasks, appeared vast and menacing. She wanted to scream.