Gemotions

He found himself perched on the edge of the sofa, watching the flickering news report about a local dog show. His father, a man who usually never missed a chance to engage in small talk, rambled on about the prize-winning poodle’s impressive grooming. Kevin merely hummed in response, his gaze drifting over the room. The floral wallpaper, the smell of furniture polish, the muted sounds of the television; all of it was just... present.

He'd promised to help his mother with the laundry, but the basket remained untouched. He'd also promised to find some sort of employment, but the idea of scouring job postings felt exhausting. The world outside, the bustling city life he'd abandoned, felt distant, like a faded memory. He looked at his hands, and they felt detached from him.