Gemotions

The aroma of coffee, usually a comfort, failed to lift his spirits. He found himself staring at the spreadsheet on his computer screen, the numbers blurring into meaningless shapes. The possibility of the promotion, the one he had worked so hard for, now felt like a distant dream, far off on the horizon.

His chair creaked as he shifted, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet office. The weight of the impending interview, the pressure to perform, settled like a lead blanket over his chest. He felt… hollow. The world had gone flat.

He pushed his chair back and stared out the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. The city outside mirrored his mood, a dull, grey expanse. He thought, "I don’t know if I can do this."