Gemotions

The aroma of instant coffee filled the small office, but it couldn't lift Liam's spirits. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling tiles. They were bland. They were repetitive.

He felt a deep sense of… stagnation. He turned the pen in his hand, looking at it. He felt the familiar weight of routine. The promotion was close, but the anticipation seemed distant, like a faint echo.

He reached for a file, then stopped. He found himself gazing at the calendar. Five more days until the weekend. Five days. A sigh escaped his lips.