Gemotions

David slumped in the chair, the article open on his computer. He'd been looking forward to this day, and had nothing planned. He felt a deep sense of resignation. The sensation of being trapped, both physically and mentally, was acute.

The apartment was a mess. Dishes were stacked in the sink, laundry piled on the couch, books littered the floor. Cleaning seemed a tremendous undertaking. The sunlight streaming through the window was too bright.

He took a deep breath, the air thick with the scent of old pizza. He should probably eat something. He’d barely touched his breakfast. The idea of opening the fridge and making food was a bridge too far.

He closed the article and stared blankly at the screen. He could turn on the TV.