Gemotions

The sun streamed in through the window, but the warmth did nothing to penetrate the chill that had settled in her bones. She should be working on the sales reports, but the numbers blurred before her eyes. It was all so pointless. She watched the dust motes dance in the sunlight.

A quick, urgent message from her team lead. Then the all-staff email. Then the meeting. The news was delivered with a forced optimism. He felt numb. He felt the weight of all the things he was supposed to do, and a great weariness.

The CEO spoke, his words like a foreign language. She felt detached, a silent observer in a play she didn't want to be in. She found the world to have lost its flavor. The faces of her colleagues seemed distant, like actors on a stage.