Gemotions

Sunlight, a vibrant and unwelcome intruder, streamed through the blinds. I gritted my teeth, pulling the covers tighter. It was too bright, too cheerful, a stark contrast to the thick, leaden feeling that settled in my chest. Reaching for my phone, I intended to text Professor Anya to vent. Then I saw it: a single email. “Resigned effective immediately,” it read. Signed, Dr. Davies. My supervisor, my guide, vanished without so much as a phone call. The world felt suddenly, inexplicably, tilted off its axis.