Gemotions

"Reunion, huh?" I muttered, staring at the embossed invitation. It sat on my desk, a small monument to the passage of time. I felt a profound sense of inertia, a sluggishness that weighed me down.

The room seemed dim, the world outside blurred and indistinct. I stared at the invitation for a long while, the words blurring before my eyes.

The idea of seeing everyone, of pretending to be someone I wasn't, left me feeling flattened, deflated. The prospect filled me with a quiet melancholy.