Gemotions

The weight of the afternoon pressed down on Olivia, a physical burden that seemed to anchor her to the couch. The television flickered, offering only fleeting distractions, the images washing over her without leaving a trace. She felt a crushing sense of inactivity, a profound lack of motivation that paralyzed her. She didn't want to do anything.

She felt something in the mail.

It was a package, and it contained a book. It had her name on it. A biography. She opened it and saw an image. The book was a depiction of her life. The world felt suddenly very small. She started to read, and an emotion, a dark emotion, washed over her.