Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window, mirroring the storm brewing inside Clara’s head. The duvet, rumpled and warm, was a perfect sanctuary. She hadn't moved much since waking, the world shrinking to the confines of her bed. Then, the insistent notification. A friend request from Melissa, the girl who made her life a misery in high school.

Clara eyed the phone, then the ceiling. Every muscle felt heavy, leaden. Even the prospect of rolling over felt like a herculean task. The world outside, the responsibilities, the interactions – all seemed too distant, too demanding. She closed her eyes, seeking solace in the darkness. She'd deal with it later. Maybe.