Gemotions

The cold metal of the elevator doors pressed against her back. Emily traced the outline of a nonexistent design on the panel with a fingertip. She found herself staring intently at the tiny gap where the doors met, as if searching for a secret passageway to another dimension.

"Well, this is just peachy," the man beside her said, his voice laced with annoyance.

Emily barely registered his words. The world felt muffled, distant. Her mind was a blank canvas, devoid of any desire, any ambition. The thought of the mountain of emails waiting for her, the deadlines looming over her, sent a shiver of complete apathy down her spine.

She sighed, a sound that seemed to carry the weight of the world, and settled into a familiar state of utter detachment.