Gemotions

The vibrant energy of the morning news felt like a cruel joke. Michael, typically a morning person, found himself struggling to find the energy to dress. He had a packed day ahead, but all he could feel was a drag. He walked toward the front door and stared out at the street.

The absence of his car hit him like a physical blow. The colors of the world seemed muted, the sounds distant. He sank to the porch steps, resting his head in his hands. He felt defeated, before the day had even begun.