Gemotions

He stared out the window, the digital glow of the chat window reflecting in his tired eyes. The apartment felt suffocating, a box containing only repetition. He absentmindedly tapped his thumb against the desk, the rhythm mirroring the slow, steady thump of his own heartbeat. His gaze wandered to the half-eaten bowl of cereal. Breakfast, lunch, dinner – all the same, just at different times.

Suddenly, a message popped up: “How’s the local weather in your city?” He groaned inwardly. He was trying to finish a chapter for his online novel. He typed a quick response, and then, a question back to her. “Ever think about getting out of here?”