Gemotions

He rolled over, the scratchy cotton of the sheets a familiar comfort. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The thought of getting up, of facing the day, was a considerable obstacle. He pulled the covers higher, cocooning himself against the demands of the world.

Eventually, hunger won out. He dragged himself out of bed, the floorboards cold against his bare feet. The project, a proposal for a new marketing campaign, was still a daunting prospect. He had the outline, the research, even the basic concepts, but the will to execute seemed to have vanished.

Later, at the coffee shop, he bumped into another freelancer, Mark. They’d both been vying for the same client. "Hey, you wouldn't believe it," Mark had said, "I think we've been working on the same project." They had indeed. The same target audience, the same core message, even the same quirky tagline. Mark was elated by their serendipitous connection, while he felt deflated.