Gemotions

The screen of his phone reflected his face back at him, tired and drawn. He had spent the entire morning scrolling through social media, reading the same accusations against Carver Reed again and again. The stories he loved, the worlds he was lost in… were they all a lie?

He'd felt a stirring of creativity just yesterday, a new story forming in his mind. Now, the words felt like ashes in his mouth. He felt unable to do anything. He cancelled his appointments, and pushed off all of his social obligations.

He poured himself a glass of water, and stared at it without drinking. He was not hungry, nor was he thirsty. He felt a deep sense of wrongness, the world around him having become suddenly unfamiliar.