Gemotions

Liam was suddenly hyper-aware of the state of his furniture. The chipped coffee table, the faded sofa. He could barely bring himself to meet the gaze of the new buyers. They were all so clean.

He avoided the common spaces, where the air was buzzing with excited chatter. He pictured them touring his apartment. They would see his collection of old video games, his dusty records, his clutter. They would see his lack of a life.

He spent the afternoon at the laundromat, as if he could scrub away his anxieties.