Gemotions

The office air hung thick and stale. Mark slumped in his chair, the weight of the week pressing on his shoulders. He felt the pull of gravity in every cell of his body. He wanted to text his wife, just a quick note of love. He saw her name, but accidentally tapped his thumb on the dreaded number of his old professor. An impulsive gesture led him to type, "Why bother?" The message sailed away into the digital void. He ran a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips. He leaned back, the weight of the world seemingly resting upon him.