Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the window of Maya’s dorm room seemed to mock her. The air hung heavy with the scent of stale coffee and unfulfilled potential. She stared at the ceiling, tracing the cracks with her eyes, lost in a reverie of… well, nothing in particular. She hadn't left her bed all morning. The vibrant posters adorning her walls seemed to have lost their vibrancy, fading into a bland neutrality. She ran a hand through her unkempt hair, a gesture that felt both listless and aimless.

A frantic knock shattered the stillness. It was Sarah, her roommate, her face pale. “Did you hear? They’re closing the college!” Maya just stared, the news not even registering as a blip on her internal radar.