Gemotions

It was as if the world had lost its sound. Everything was muted, quiet. The discovery of the account had filled her with a sense of weariness, a profound sense of loss. She felt a profound unwillingness to interact, to respond, or to engage.

She stared at the ceiling, the patterns of the plaster blurring into meaningless shapes. The bed, once a place of comfort, now felt like a prison. She considered getting up, but the effort seemed too great.

She was adrift in a sea of emotional inertia. The house felt cold, even though the thermostat was turned up. She pulled the covers over her head, shutting out the world.