Gemotions

The crossword puzzle lay unfinished on the table, the pencil abandoned in the middle of a clue. Emily stared at the blank squares, her mind unable to connect the pieces. It was like this with everything these days.

The building-wide email arrived with the subject line: “Condo Conversion.” She scrolled past the details. The future was just a blur of information. The details lacked meaning. She couldn't seem to feel anything.

She glanced at the window, at the world moving at a pace she couldn't match. She stood up, walked to the kitchen, and stared into the refrigerator. Nothing looked appealing. She closed the door. She went back to the couch and sat. She felt a deep, profound sense of…numbness.