Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the window painted dust motes dancing in the air. Liam lay sprawled on his bed, utterly still, watching them. Hours could pass this way, the silence broken only by the occasional distant car horn. His roommate, Ben, was usually a whirlwind of energy, but lately he seemed to know too much. He'd started making jokes about Liam's secret crush on the girl in his economics class, details he could only have learned by… snooping.

His stomach clenched. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture slow and deliberate. What was the point of anything? The world seemed to be moving at a speed he wasn't keeping up with. The essay on his desk felt heavy. He needed a change. He needed to *do* something.