Gemotions

The morning light, unfiltered, streamed into the bedroom. Maria’s eyes fluttered open. She’d slept poorly, haunted by the contents of David's secret bank account. The discovery had been a complete accident.

The numbers swam before her eyes, a reflection of the turmoil within. She wanted to do something, anything to distract herself. Instead, she stayed in bed, the sheets feeling like lead weights. She considered calling her friend, but the energy expended on a phone call felt like a mammoth undertaking.

The thought of confronting David, of the emotional fallout, made her want to retreat further. She closed her eyes, trying to recapture the peace of sleep. Maybe tomorrow she would face the world. Today, she just wanted to be still.