Gemotions

I walked into my apartment and the air felt different. Stale. The sunlight was a harsh, unforgiving intruder. I threw my keys onto the counter, and they clattered onto the hardwood floor. The notice. I'd stuffed it in my pocket, but now it was out of the pocket and in the open.

I went to the fridge and poured a glass of water, although I wasn't thirsty. The water felt cold, but didn't refresh me.

I looked around at the familiar furniture, the posters on the wall, the remnants of a life lived, and I wanted to be anywhere but here.