Gemotions

Eliza stretched languidly, the sheet clinging to her skin. The day stretched before her, an endless expanse of potential activities, none of them appealing. The ceiling fan whirred overhead, a monotonous lullaby. "Maybe later," she murmured, turning back onto her side. The sunlight warmed her back through the window.

She had been meaning to clean her apartment for days, the dishes from the night before still in the sink. The thought of it made her feel a little ill. Her phone pinged. A message from Liam, her childhood best friend, inviting her to a casual lunch. They hadn't seen each other in years.

Arriving at the restaurant, Liam greeted her with a warm hug, but his expression was slightly confused. "You look...familiar," he said. "Have we met before?" Eliza felt a prickling sensation of unease. "We grew up together! Remember building forts, fighting over the swing set?" She tried to jog his memory, but his eyes were blank.