Gemotions

The stale air in the office seemed to suffocate David. He hated his job. Hated his life. The constant pressure, the endless demands, had ground him down. He barely even registered the emails, the phone calls. Maya’s drawings, scattered on the desk, caught his eye. The creature with the oversized head and one long arm looked strangely familiar. He had forgotten its name, but it was clear that he had created a world, and a friend, to deal with his childhood pains. David's stomach churned, and a wave of weary resignation washed over him.