Gemotions

The streetlights cast long, distorted shadows as I walked home. The flyer for Chloe's "Glow-in-the-Dark Dance Party" was crumpled in my pocket, the invitation for Mark's "Medieval Feast" I'd accidentally left on the bus. I felt… nothing, really. I noticed the chill air, the sounds of distant traffic, the way my feet moved on the pavement.

My apartment felt cold and empty when I got back. I flicked on a light. The shadows stretched and danced. I stared at the blank television screen for a long time. I grabbed a glass of water.

The thought of either party barely registered. The idea of both parties… just drifted.