Gemotions

The apartment felt oppressively silent. John wandered from room to room, touching things, as if to reassure himself of their existence. The eviction notice was folded in his pocket, a constant reminder of his impending homelessness.

He opened the fridge, stared at its emptiness, and closed it again. He hadn't eaten properly in days. He couldn’t seem to find the appetite. His stomach churned. Each day felt like slogging through quicksand.

He slumped onto the sofa, the cushions sinking under his weight. He felt a profound sense of isolation, a feeling of being utterly alone in the world. He just wanted to disappear, to find some place where he could finally rest, where the weight on his shoulders would dissolve.