Gemotions

The drive home had been slow, the traffic a relentless crawl. Now, inside the house, a similar slowness settled over her. She was drained, yet unable to relax. The familiar tasks felt pointless and stale. She ran her hand over the smooth countertop, feeling the surface but finding no connection.

She found herself wandering aimlessly through the house. The television was on, but she wasn’t watching. Her son’s bedroom door was slightly ajar. She hesitated, a strange tension building in her chest.

He wasn't in his room. She walked over to his desk. She reached out and touched his laptop, still warm from being on. A social media website she’d never seen before was open on the screen.