Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the cluttered apartment. John was supposed to be fixing the leaky faucet, but even the thought of it made him weary. He sank deeper into the armchair. A forgotten box from his youth sat on the table. Inside, a letter.

The letter, intended for a university he never attended, was overflowing with ambitious goals. John read it, an unfamiliar melancholy settling over him. He felt… sluggish, incapable. He stared at the water dripping in the kitchen. He simply let it drip.