Gemotions

The package arrived on a day she felt particularly fragile. She'd been on the verge of tears for hours, the world feeling too loud, too bright, too much. A package addressed to "Ms. Willow Green," the former tenant, felt like a deliberate intrusion.

She took it inside, her movements slow and hesitant. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she felt a wave of dizziness. She was overwhelmed.

She stared at the box, at the neat, clean lines of the packaging. It felt like a threat. She slumped onto the couch, the package still clutched in her hands, and closed her eyes, wishing the world would just… disappear.