Gemotions

The words on the paper swam before his eyes. He should, logically, spring into action. But the simple act of sitting up felt like a victory. He slumped further into his chair, the comfort a temporary shield against the impending chaos. The silence of the apartment was unnerving.

The phone rang. He let it go to voicemail. He’d listen to the message. Eventually. Maybe. The thought of engaging with the world, of explaining, of justifying, filled him with weariness. He crossed his arms and stared at the floor. The carpet's pattern was actually quite interesting. He could stare at it for hours. And maybe he would.