Gemotions

The project stalled, the progress stalled, the motivation stalled. George stared at the screen, his mind a blank slate. He felt a profound sense of… detachment, an inability to focus or care. The office was quiet, the only sounds the whir of the server and his own shallow breaths.

He doodled on his notepad, meaningless lines and shapes that did nothing to alleviate the feeling of being trapped. He was waiting for something, anything, to break the unending repetition.

Then, from across the room, it was Angela. "George," she said, "Did you happen to go to Camp Starlake?"

George looked up. "Camp Starlake? Yes. I was an only child there and it was my best childhood memory."

Angela smiled, her face alight. "No way! I was there, too! Remember the time the talent show stage collapsed? I was on that stage!"