Gemotions

The afternoon light filtered through the dusty windows of his apartment, highlighting the clutter. David stared at the pile of bills on the kitchen table. He should really sort them. He should also start on those job applications he had promised to do. But all he felt was a profound sense of… heaviness.

He saw the missed calls from his "supervisor." He was supposed to be at the office, handling "client relations." The lie was growing, the stakes higher. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge, the cold glass a small comfort in the mounting unease.