Gemotions

The smell of burnt toast hung in the air, a testament to David's lack of focus. He sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the unread newspaper. The morning had stretched out before him, a vast and featureless expanse. He had nothing planned, nothing pressing. He felt a strange lethargy, a profound sense of… emptiness.

He clicked on the link. An online guide. A list of example essays. There it was, his own essay, perfectly formatted, and analyzed. He had been so proud of that essay. It had opened doors. Now, it was just… there. The words, his thoughts, his aspirations, were now public property. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to throw the newspaper across the room. He picked up his phone and opened another app.