Gemotions

The world felt muted. Amelia dragged herself to the kitchen, the familiar scent of brewing coffee failing to rouse her. She had seen the link. The old diary, her innermost secrets, now available to anyone with an internet connection. She found herself moving very slowly.

She poured the coffee, the liquid sloshing over the side of the cup. The simple act felt difficult. She stared at the overflowing coffee, unable to bring herself to care.

She retreated to her couch, curling into a tight ball. The silence of her apartment amplified the internal clamor of embarrassment and despair. The day stretched before her, an expanse of nothingness.