Gemotions

He woke up with a feeling of dread. It was a familiar, unwelcome guest, settling in his chest. His morning routine felt robotic, a series of movements performed without feeling. The breakfast tasted like cardboard. He could not find any satisfaction in his favorite morning beverage.

He tried to keep to himself at work, but the atmosphere was impossible to ignore. A strange sense of anxiety permeated the air. He heard hushed conversations, furtive glances. He began to feel the heavy weight of the building around him.

The official email notification was the final nail. The company was going to be sold. He felt the air leave his lungs, a slow, aching deflation. He felt himself shrinking, becoming invisible.