Gemotions

The clock ticked. Each second felt like an eternity. He stared at the blank page, the cursor blinking, mocking his inaction. The interview preparation materials sat untouched, gathering dust. The prospect of writing anything, of answering any questions, filled him with a quiet dread.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration. Everything felt like too much. The world seemed too bright, too loud, too demanding. He considered the sheer volume of work involved in the job search process, and a wave of exhaustion washed over him.

He closed his laptop, the screen going dark. Maybe later. Right now, he just needed to… nothing. Just to *be*.