Gemotions

"Just go away," I whispered, the words barely audible. The noise from next door was relentless. I was curled up in a ball on the sofa, the blankets pulled tight around me.

My stomach churned, but I had no appetite. My eyes felt heavy, my limbs leaden. Even blinking felt like an enormous undertaking. The thought of anything productive felt impossible.

The clatter and bang of the renovation seemed to seep into my bones, a constant reminder of the life I couldn't seem to access. All I wanted was oblivion, and the day was already well underway.