Gemotions

He woke up with a start, heart pounding. The dream, as usual, had left him feeling shaken and hollowed out. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the familiar patterns of the cracks like a map of his own internal wreckage.

His journal sat on his desk, open. His roommate, Chris, was humming in the kitchen, making breakfast. The casual ease of his roommate's routine only served to highlight the chasm that separated them. He felt a profound sense of disconnect, a feeling of being adrift in a silent, lonely sea.