Gemotions

The elevator doors opened onto the familiar office floor, and Michael felt his shoulders slump. He trudged towards his desk, each step heavy, each breath shallow. His mind raced as if he were trying to run in mud. He saw the new guy already there, fiddling with the computer, a bright, hopeful expression on his face.

Michael felt a pang, a dull ache in his chest. He was being replaced, a cog removed from the machine. He had built up this experience, and now it was to be handed over. He felt a profound sense of… weariness. He gestured towards the desk, a simple, exhausted movement. "So, this is your… station."