Gemotions

He’d spent weeks avoiding the post office, the thought of the results filling him with a vague dread. Now, Liam sat on his couch, the unopened package resting on the coffee table. The apartment felt suffocatingly small, the air thick with unspoken anxieties.

He picked at the frayed threads of the throw pillow, his gaze fixed on the dust motes dancing in the sunlight. A week ago, he would have been excited about his upcoming project at work, now his mind was completely blank. His phone buzzed with a reminder about a meeting, which he ignored, tossing it face down on the table. The buzz had become irritating.

He got up and wandered into the kitchen, opening the fridge and then slamming it shut, not wanting anything. The prospect of even the simplest task seemed monumental. Finally, he gathered up the mail and tossed it in the trash, then went back to the sofa. He just wanted the day to end.