Gemotions

The spreadsheet blurred before Amelia's eyes. Another Tuesday. Another endless procession of numbers that seemed to mock her with their lack of consequence. She drummed her fingers against the cold metal of her desk, a restless rhythm echoing in the otherwise silent office. She picked up a brightly colored pen, twisted it in her hands, then slammed it down again.

A sigh escaped her lips as she leaned back in her chair, the leather creaking in protest. Her gaze drifted towards the window, where the city sprawled in a muted palette of gray, indistinguishable from the inside of the office. What was it all for? She wondered, the question a familiar ache in her chest.

A sudden yawn stretched her jaw, and she glanced at the clock. Still two hours until lunch. Amelia considered feigning a headache to escape the office early, but she knew it wouldn't make the emptiness inside her go away.