Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windowpane, mirroring the mood inside. Daniel slouched on the couch, the remote control a useless extension of his hand. He’d told Sarah he'd clean the house, again. Her bucket list, which he'd accidentally stumbled upon in her desk, lay open on the coffee table. The first item: "Learn to Salsa." The second: "Volunteer at the animal shelter." He stared at the list, feeling a profound lack of motivation settle over him like a damp blanket. He flicked through channels, occasionally picking up the remote and then setting it back down. The thought of getting up, of moving, seemed monumental.