Gemotions

He’d been dreading it, to be honest. But now, with the news, a curious sense of… abatement? arrived. He was in his pajamas at midday, the curtains drawn, the apartment cloaked in a comforting semi-darkness. He found himself inexplicably reluctant to even *think* about changing. His mind was already drifting, his body seemed to follow. He had a sudden, overwhelming urge to remain exactly where he was, doing precisely nothing. He reached for the remote, a small, almost imperceptible movement, and switched on the television.