Gemotions

He scrolled through the online journal, a knot forming in his stomach. His analysis of migratory patterns, published under the name "Dr. Amelia Hayes." His fingers twitched, itching to type out a furious email. Instead, he just stared at the screen.

The heat of the day pressed down on him. The air in his apartment was thick, stale. He wanted to do nothing, absolutely nothing. The effort to address this, to rectify the situation, was an insurmountable barrier. He closed his laptop with a decisive click, the sound echoing in the silence. The couch beckoned.