Gemotions

The notification buzzed, a persistent insect demanding attention. He batted at the phone, silencing the intrusion. The message: "Urgent Update." He knew what it was. He’d seen the rumors circulating for weeks. He just didn't want to engage.

He sank further into the worn armchair, the cushions molded to his form. The air conditioning was set to a glacial level, a constant reminder of the effort it took to even get up and adjust the thermostat. He debated ordering takeout, the idea of cooking even a simple meal felt like an exhausting endeavor.

His gaze drifted to the window, where the world beyond was teeming with life. He chose the comforting darkness of the room over a reality he felt unequipped to face. He chose numbness.