Gemotions

The afternoon sun, usually a comforting presence, felt like a spotlight on his exposed vulnerability. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, the texture of his scalp prickling with stress. The eviction notice rested on the kitchen counter, a stark reminder of his failures.

He felt the tightness in his shoulders. The muscles in his neck felt like they were wired with tension. He'd been looking forward to dinner. Now, the thought of cooking, of anything, seemed beyond his capacity. He just wanted to lie down.

He walked over to the window, staring out at the street. The world was moving on without him. The realization felt like a heavy stone had dropped into his stomach.