Gemotions

Her sneakers lay discarded by the door, evidence of a plan that had been abandoned. Chloe glanced at them, a pang of guilt registering in her chest. A walk, a run, some fresh air – all had seemed appealing a few hours ago. Now, the thought of moving felt like a monumental effort.

The TV flickered in the living room, a siren call of mindless entertainment. She drifted towards it, drawn by an irresistible pull.

Her father’s voice, coming from the kitchen, announced lunch. The smell of frying bacon was alluring, but the thought of leaving the comfort of her chair was a challenge. She sank back into the sofa, the remote control already in hand.