Gemotions

John stared at the ceiling, the sunlight doing absolutely nothing to motivate him. He'd agreed to meet Mark at the park to “relive” their legendary foosball battle from college, but the thought of getting out of bed felt like a physical burden. He considered feigning illness, but Mark was persistent. He'd have to make an appearance.

He dragged himself out of bed and got dressed, each movement slow and deliberate.

The park was buzzing with activity. John slumped onto a bench, watching Mark set up the foosball table. Mark, full of energy, began recounting the game. "Remember that incredible shot I made, right before I blocked you the next turn?"

John vaguely recalled playing. He remembered being tired and wanting to go back to his dorm room. "You were definitely good," he said, the words coming out slowly. "But I recall more the time I won... right at the very end."

Mark nearly choked on his water bottle. "You're kidding, right? You lost so badly! I was practically untouchable!" He waved his arms emphatically.

John just shrugged, a slight smile playing on his lips. This wasn't how he remembered it.