Gemotions

"Dinner's ready!" The call from the hallway resonated through the small house. Emily barely registered it, as she was sitting on the couch. Every day was the same. Every hour was the same. She felt as though she was in a constant holding pattern.

She remained on the couch, lost in a sea of thought. Her fingers fiddled with the loose thread on the worn blanket. Her mind drifted, flitting from one meaningless thought to another. She wanted to feel something, anything, but only a vast emptiness remained.

Eventually, hunger drove her to the table. She picked at her food, the flavors indistinguishable. Her parents’ conversation seemed distant, like she was behind a pane of glass. She felt a profound lack of connection.