Here I am. A deer in headlights, feeling stinging unease.
Just a moment of confusion, right? Lingering unease.

My body’s stiff, the realisation bringing unease.
The remorse splayed out across his face. Hands-wringing, unease.

A line I didn’t think to draw. Static pinging, unease.
Must leave. Lost in a maze of thoughts. His scent clinging, unease.

Should have been more assertive, Lou. My ears ringing, unease.
But I made myself small, a mouse with quivering unease.