Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the dusty room. Emily was in the armchair, limbs sprawled, watching the dust motes dance in the light. She'd managed to move from the bed, but that was it. Then, a ping. A friend request. From the awful Susan, the girl who had been insufferable in high school.

She glanced at the phone, then back at the dust. The effort of engaging, of even thinking about the situation, seemed overwhelming. Her mind felt like a sluggish river. She couldn't deal with it right now. The thought of anything even remotely stimulating seemed impossible.