Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, usually a source of comfort, now filled the air with a cloying sweetness. David, transferred from the warehouse to the human resources department, sat at his desk. He found himself staring at the screen, and wishing he were back in the warehouse.

The constant flow of paperwork, the tedious interviews, the endless stream of problems felt like a chore. He felt as if he was caught in a maze with walls that moved. He missed the physical exertion, the satisfaction of a job well done. He missed the freedom.

He sighed, the sound lost in the hum of the air conditioner. He'd never felt more alone. The day stretched before him, an endless expanse of paperwork and forced smiles.