Gemotions

"Want to grab lunch?" Maya’s voice was bright, full of expectation. The question hung in the air, unanswered. The air conditioning in the apartment blew cool, but Maya found herself sweating. The interview for the design assistant position she and her best friend, Sarah, had both applied for loomed in the near future.

The sandwich she had started to make lay abandoned on the counter, half-finished. Her fingers, usually nimble with a sketchbook, felt clumsy and awkward. The vibrant colors of the living room felt muted, lifeless.

"I’m… not hungry,” she finally mumbled, her voice barely a whisper. The prospect of even the smallest task felt overwhelming.