Gemotions

He leaned back in his chair, the weight of the day settling on him. Everything felt like a struggle, a Sisyphean task. The constant noise of the office, the endless demands, the crushing weight of responsibility – it all felt like too much. He felt numb, unable to feel joy.

"Hey, John," said his coworker, Emily, walking over to his desk. "Did you ever go to Camp Redwood? The one with the big bonfire nights?"

He stared at her, not bothering to hide the exhaustion in his eyes. He just wanted to go home.

Emily continued, oblivious. "It was the best time. I was in the Raven cabin. Did you ever go there?"

He hesitated, then he nodded slowly. "Yeah," he muttered. The words seemed to thaw something inside him, and for a split second, the oppressive feeling in his chest lessened.