Gemotions

The sunlight felt abrasive on Michael's skin. He felt the weight of the air, thick and oppressive, clinging to him like a second skin. He usually enjoyed the sunshine, but now, it just felt...loud. He had been avoiding work, avoiding friends, avoiding everything. His brother, David, had recently become a father and needed some help. So he'd reluctantly agreed to watch his nephew, Leo, for a couple of hours. Leo, all boundless energy and sticky fingers, was currently "building a spaceship" out of cardboard boxes. The incessant chatter grated on Michael's nerves. He found himself avoiding eye contact, retreating into himself. Later, Leo presented him with a picture: a winged creature with three eyes and a mischievous grin. "Mr. Snugglepuss," Leo announced. Michael felt a strange prickling sensation on the back of his neck.