Gemotions

The morning’s ritual of coffee, a daily necessity, was a struggle. His limbs felt leaden, his mind foggy. The thought of work, of meetings, of deadlines, weighed on him like a physical burden.

He stared at his laptop screen. He had an important presentation to prepare. He just couldn't. The doctor had been blunt: a rare condition, its origin unknown.

A knock. He debated ignoring it, retreating further into his inertia. Finally, he got up and answered. A woman stood there, her face gaunt, her eyes bloodshot. "Are you... are you here for the seminar?" she mumbled.