Gemotions

The email arrived like a death knell. A subject line blaring "PARTY UPDATE" and containing the dreadful news. Sarah, usually a whirlwind of activity, felt a profound… lethargy? wash over her. It was as if the invisible thread of expectation that had been gently tugging her forward all week had suddenly snapped. She leaned back in her chair, the sudden stillness almost unsettling. The thought of all the effort she *would* have put in, the outfit she *would* have chosen, the conversations she *would* have endured, now seemed utterly pointless. The afternoon stretched before her, a vast, uncharted expanse.