Gemotions

The world felt gray, the edges of everything blurred. The very thought of getting out of bed seemed like climbing Everest. It was Sarah's knock that finally roused me from my apathy. I opened the door and blinked against the sun, the brightness hurting my eyes.

Sarah’s face was bright with enthusiasm, she was holding a trowel. Her request was a gentle one: could she use a small patch of my land for a garden? The words were lost to the sound of my thoughts.

The very idea of a decision, of any interaction, felt like an enormous burden. I offered a weak smile and gestured toward the far side of the lawn. The act itself felt like a titanic effort.