Gemotions

He stared out the window, the half-eaten bowl of cereal growing soggy on the table. The steam from his forgotten coffee had long since dissipated. His mind felt like a vast, echoing cavern. His car, a rusty blue sedan, was his last connection to the outside world, to a life beyond the confines of his apartment.

Now, there was only a patch of empty concrete where it used to reside. A feeling like lead settled in his stomach. He’d barely the energy to shower, let alone deal with this. The world felt muffled, distant, as if viewed through thick glass.

He knew he should call the towing company. He knew he should find out why. But the thought of making a phone call, of interacting with anyone, filled him with a bone-deep weariness.