Gemotions

“Sunshine_Soulmate” had messaged, suggesting a walk in the park. The message made Amelia's shoulders slump. The park felt too far away. The effort of going outside, of interacting, felt monumental.

She glanced at her calendar, which was notably empty. The emptiness felt strangely appealing, a vast expanse of unburdened time. Her limbs felt heavy, weighted down by a general disinclination.

The offer of fresh air and sunshine seemed like a foreign language. She texted back a simple, “Sounds nice, another time.” Then, she curled back into the sofa, the remote control her loyal companion.