Gemotions

The sun beat down on the back patio. He’d promised himself he’d weed the garden today, but the thought of it filled him with a strange… reluctance. He sat on the patio furniture and looked at the half-filled glass of lemonade. It had become warm, but he couldn't bring himself to drink it.

The fence was almost finished. The neighbor, Mr. Henderson, was in his yard, supervising the final touches. He felt… a hollow sensation, a lack of enthusiasm. The world seemed to move on without him, doing things, while he was… what? He didn’t know. He sighed, the sound swallowed by the heat. He didn't want the day to end.