Gemotions

I was in my dorm room, listening to music. The song changed and I suddenly felt a wave of nausea. A sense of disconnection washed over me, as if I were observing myself from a great distance. I was holding my phone in my hand, the screen displaying the email.

I went and stood in front of the mirror, searching for something in my face, some sign of the change. There was nothing. Just my ordinary face, staring back at me. I began to pace, the small confines of the room suddenly feeling like a prison.

The thought of all my work, all my progress, all my hopes, seemed to slip away. I needed to get out, to be anywhere other than where I was. I grabbed my keys and left.