Ty
Ty yawned as the soccer game playing on TV moved into overtime. His mind spun faster than the ball. He stood still as his living room wobbled around him. The game broke into a hundred different patterns as if each player's move ran into a kaleidoscope. He gritted his teeth and rubbed his eyes to clear the disturbing vision, but it continued to warp on his TV.
He grabbed the remote, hit pause, then tossed it back on to the sofa. Damn, he needed fresh air. He staggered to the window. Outside, the ocean waves rolled, but didn't bring the soothing relief he usually felt when he was in his Greek beach house.