Gemotions

A sense of boundless potential propelled Sophie forward. She practically floated to the spot where she had planted her childhood elm. The world thrummed with a symphony of sounds. Today felt significant.

The world tilted. The tree was gone. The stump remained. The colors, once so bright, seemed to fade around the edges.

A chill ran through her, despite the warmth of the sun. The urge to flee seized her, but her legs refused to move. The feeling, the feeling of exhilaration, was gone.

She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly tight. The space felt bleak. The weight of the moment was crushing.