Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the design studio, usually a source of inspiration, seemed harsh and overwhelming today. David stood in the doorway, watching the other designers, the creative energy they exuded felt like a foreign language. He much preferred the peace and quiet of the editing suite. The move to communications, to promote his work, was not what he had hoped for.

He chewed on his lip, his gaze fixed on the floor. He felt a dull ache in his head, a weariness that permeated his entire being. His legs felt heavy, as if he were wading through thick mud.

"Ready to collaborate?" A woman, dressed in bright colors, beckoned him. David just forced a weak smile and shuffled forward.