Gemotions

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, a persistent drone that matched the rhythm of Ethan's own inner sluggishness. The spreadsheet before him seemed to mock his lack of progress. Even the simple act of lifting his pen felt like a physical challenge. Suddenly, from the end of the aisle, came Sarah, from marketing. She was full of energy. "Ethan! Did you ever go to Camp Willow Creek?"

Ethan let out a breath. "Yeah," he said, his voice flat. Recalling the memories of physical exertion made him tired.

“I was there the year they found the lost dog! Remember the scavenger hunt?” she asked, her eyes sparkling.

Ethan felt his shoulders slump. "I seem to remember," he said. "Good for you." He hoped to be left alone.