Gemotions

The drive home was a blur. He didn't even remember the route. John found himself staring blankly ahead, the familiar surroundings seeming unfamiliar. He had spent years at this company. He thought he deserved it.

The radio played a cheerful tune, which he quickly turned off. The sound was too much. The world felt too bright, too loud. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white.

He just wanted to be alone. He felt a deep, overwhelming sense of fatigue, the kind that went beyond physical exhaustion.