Gemotions

The morning light seemed to mock her, casting long shadows across the empty driveway. Her hands trembled as she fumbled with her phone, trying to access the security camera footage. The air felt thin, her breaths shallow.

She replayed the night before in her mind, desperate for a recollection of a mistake. She checked the time again, and then again. The fear of being late for work crept up her neck and tightened its grip on her throat.

Her heart began to race. The feeling of being trapped, helpless, consumed her. Her apartment seemed smaller, the walls closing in. The implications of this event began to swirl, each an unwelcome echo of her fear.