Gemotions

The official-looking envelope, with its urgent message, lay unopened on the kitchen table, a silent indictment. George stared at it, a profound sense of weariness settling over him. He was stuck.

He'd been moving through life at a glacial pace. Each day blended into the next, marked only by the repetitive routine of his inactivity. He ate, slept, watched television, and repeated. He spent his time indoors. The world outside was a different place.

He felt a heavy sense of detachment from everything. His motivation had vanished. The smallest tasks felt like enormous burdens. He had stopped caring.

Weeks later, he went to the clinic. The doctor, after much head-scratching, explained the administrative error. His results were not his. He was a perfect picture of wellness.