Gemotions

Ruby, lying in bed, stared at the crack in the ceiling, each passing moment a heavy burden. The thought of getting up, of facing the world, filled her with a profound sense of… heaviness.

Then, a text. A photo of a woman's lower back, an exact copy of her "Dream Weaver" piece.

She should be outraged. She should be drafting a strongly worded email. But the prospect of any action at all filled her with a bone-deep lethargy. She closed her eyes again, pulling the covers higher, the ceiling crack a familiar and comforting sight.