Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office seemed to amplify the stillness. The air hung thick, lacking any sort of character or inspiration. Emily sat at her desk, staring at the screen. The words on the page blurred.

She began to tap her foot, a frantic beat against the cold floor. Her gaze drifted toward the window, where the sky offered no comfort. She wanted to be anywhere but here.

The thought of the promotion triggered nothing. It was just a future version of this present moment, and she saw no difference.