Gemotions

The world seemed to be moving in slow motion. He stared at the buttons, a kaleidoscope of colours. Each one was the same, and they weren't getting any closer to an answer. His gaze drifted to his shoes, then back to the ceiling. The humming of the elevator, usually a background noise, now pounded in his ears. "Ugh," he groaned, his voice heavy with resignation.

Sarah began to sing a jaunty tune, which caused a sharp pang in his head. He closed his eyes, hoping to block out the sound, but it filtered through anyway. His stomach felt unsettled, and he wondered if he had eaten breakfast this morning. He couldn't remember.

He wished he could just disappear. To stop thinking, stop feeling, just be nowhere. He shuffled his feet, feeling the rough texture of the carpet beneath him.