Gemotions

The discovery sent a wave of discouragement crashing over him. His invention, already patented. It was a brutal blow, a demoralizing defeat. He sat heavily in his chair, the springs groaning in protest.

He had promised himself he would start work on another project today. He had all the materials ready. All he had to do was begin. But the thought of doing so was exhausting.

He glanced at the clock on the wall. The hands moved slowly, relentlessly. He felt a deep longing for inactivity, for stillness, for complete and utter reprieve from work. The world outside seemed less interesting than the chair.