Gemotions

The duvet was a prison. The sunlight, creeping through the blinds, was an unwelcome intruder. The simple act of sitting up felt like a monumental effort. He lay there, limbs heavy, thoughts sluggish. He should get up, he should eat, he should do anything besides remain horizontal. He didn't.

Later, a notification. A reunion. With Mia, his childhood companion. He remembered the silly games, shared secrets and awkward teenage years. He finally, wearily, got ready.

He saw Mia. She looked different. He tapped her on the shoulder. "Mia?" She turned, and a polite smile appeared. "I'm so sorry, have we met?" His stomach churned with a familiar unease.