Gemotions

The morning dawned, but didn't lift the cloud. He felt as if he were suspended in amber, the world moving on without him. The speech? Still untouched, a collection of vague thoughts.

He dragged himself out of bed and got ready, each action an exercise in self-discipline. The drive felt endless, the scenery a monotonous backdrop to his inner stillness. The place bustled with life. He wished he could turn around.

He watched his parents, animated with joy. He found a chair in the back, the din of conversation washing over him. He felt disconnected, adrift in the current.