Gemotions

The world outside felt far away, a distant hum he could choose to ignore. Mark stared at the television screen, the credits of a movie he'd already seen a dozen times rolling by. He knew he had a report due, an obligation from his apparent job at the software company. The deadline was looming, he thought, a sinking feeling in his stomach. But the remote control felt heavier than the report, and the sofa was a much more comfortable space.

His phone buzzed again – a Slack notification. He knew it was probably about his missing input on the big project. He closed his eyes. The thought of spreadsheets, of code, was too much. He muted the notification, and turned the tv on again. The comfort of the familiar movie washed over him like a warm blanket.