Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the empty living room. The eviction notice, crumpled in his hand, felt heavy. He ran a hand through his already tousled hair, a nervous tic. He walked to the window, watching people walk by on the street below, each with a destination, a purpose. He felt a deep sense of disconnect, a profound sense of alienation. He considered opening the book that lay face down on his coffee table, but the pages remained untouched. He had no desire to do anything.