Gemotions

She stared out the window, the rain mirroring the way her mood had been lately. A slow, steady downpour, obscuring the grimy city below. The flyer, still taped to the bulletin board downstairs, mocked her. A smiling family, posed in front of a model unit. Empty promises.

The weight of the world, or at least the weight of her impending eviction, settled heavily on her shoulders. She turned away from the window, the damp chill seeping into her thin sweater.

She decided to play some music, but when she attempted to listen, the songs all sounded bitter. The volume got cranked up and up, and then back down.

She hadn't cleaned the dishes in days. A thin layer of grime coated everything in the sink. The apartment, her haven, was slowly dissolving, and it felt like there was nothing she could do to stop it.