Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the window seemed too bright, almost aggressive. Everything felt amplified, like his senses were turned up to eleven. He sat at the piano, his fingers hovering above the keys, but no music came. He’d been practicing diligently for the competition, the prize a prestigious fellowship. Now, with Dr. Singh’s departure, the fellowship felt like a distant dream, one he was no longer sure he even wanted to chase. He slammed the lid shut, the sudden noise echoing through the empty apartment. The thought of practicing felt pointless, the pursuit of perfection now a hollow echo.