Gemotions

“You should go outside,” her father said, as he sat at the kitchen table. He was reading the paper. Mark just stared at the wall. The words felt like a judgment. He knew he should.

He hadn't been leaving the house much. The sun’s glare was overwhelming. The idea of interacting with anyone was a burden. He felt as though he was perpetually submerged in a thick fog.

He watched the dust particles swirl in the air. He felt a deep sense of separation from everything around him. He had no goal. He had no plan. He was just… there, existing in a gray expanse of time. The desire for food faded, he barely ate.