Gemotions

The chipped paint on the windowsill seemed to mock her. Chloe sighed. Her planned girls' night, with a surprise announcement to her friends, had been unceremoniously dropped. A family emergency had forced her friends to cancel. She ran a hand through her hair, the strands catching on her fingers.

Her apartment felt oppressively quiet. She should probably clean, or start that new book she’d been meaning to get around to, or do something, anything, but a deep apathy had taken root within her. Each chore seemed pointless, each activity a monumental effort. She got up, paced around the room for a few minutes, and sat back down.