Gemotions

The new office smelled faintly of stale coffee and desperation. Alex, now in the finance department, slumped in his chair. He was supposed to be analyzing budget reports, but the complex financial jargon seemed to bounce right off him. He stared at his monitor, his eyes unfocused.

He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture. He found himself staring at the clock, watching the second hand move with agonizing slowness. He started to doodle in the margins of his notepad, aimlessly drawing circles and squares.

He sighed, a long, weary sound. He wished he could teleport himself anywhere else. The work felt heavy and meaningless.