Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windowpanes, mirroring the relentless drumming in Eleanor’s head. She watched, motionless, as the soaked terrier bounced into her rose bushes. The dog’s owner, Mr. Henderson, would undoubtedly come to retrieve him soon, apologetic as always.

She didn't feel the usual surge of annoyance. Just a profound, crushing apathy. Her body felt like lead. She sat slumped on the couch, the blanket pulled up around her ears.

The thought of facing anyone, even for a simple exchange, felt like a monumental task. She closed her eyes, wishing she could simply disappear. The world seemed so loud, so demanding.