Gemotions

He was staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks. He’d tried to think of something to do, but his mind felt empty, like a vast, echoing cave. He felt a sluggishness in his limbs, a profound disinterest in everything around him. Even the thought of food seemed unappetizing.

A loud clatter. A surge of unexpected energy shot through him. He looked out the window. His car was being towed. He ran outside, a sudden fury overtaking the lethargy. "Hey! Get back here!" he yelled.