Gemotions

The doorbell chimed, a shrill little sound that seemed to vibrate straight through Elias’s bones. He groaned, burrowing deeper under the duvet. Sunlight sliced through a gap in the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, a fact he took immediate umbrage with. He debated letting it ring. Maybe whoever it was would just give up. Another chime. Sighing, he dragged himself out of bed, each movement a Herculean effort. On the doorstep sat a vase brimming with sunflowers. No card. Just bright, cheery faces staring back at him. He slammed the door, the gesture making him feel a strange mixture of annoyed and vaguely guilty.