Gemotions

The day dawned grey and oppressive, mirroring the mood that clung to him like a second skin. He had a list of things he "should" be doing – errands, chores, even a social engagement. All felt like insurmountable obstacles. He wanted to do *nothing*. The thought of a yard sale felt like a particularly unwelcome suggestion.

However, the allure of a potential bargain eventually stirred him from his inertia. He forced himself out the door. The yard sale was a chaotic jumble of unwanted possessions, each object a tiny reminder of the effort he was unwilling to expend. He found himself drawn to a small, raggedy bear, its fur matted and worn. It had been his companion, “Captain Fuzzybutt,” from early childhood. He remembered how much he’d loved the bear. He felt a weird sensation.

He bought it, not quite sure why. He returned to his apartment, the bear a silent companion, and settled into a chair, his gaze lost in thought.