Gemotions

I heard the whine of the saw, and a sense of dread washed over me. I sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, watching the dust motes dance in the sliver of sunlight that managed to pierce through the gap in the curtains. The neighbors were getting everything done.

The rhythmic pounding was a direct contrast to the hollow space inside me. I hadn't opened the windows in days. I hadn't spoken to anyone. Everything just seemed like too much.

I stared at the television screen, the images flickering and meaningless. I hadn't eaten. I hadn't moved. The world outside, buzzing with activity, felt miles away.