Gemotions

The rain hammered against the windowpane, mirroring the relentless drumming in Ryan’s head. He stared at the ceiling, the patterns of the water stains becoming increasingly irritating. His roommate, Jake, had been eerily perceptive of his moods, his interests, the things Ryan wrote about.

He rolled over in bed, pulling the covers over his head, hoping to shut out the world. The mundane details of life felt amplified, distorted. The thought of facing the day filled him with a sense of… flatness. He closed his eyes, searching for a way out of the suffocating feeling. He wanted to sleep for a thousand years.