Gemotions

The air conditioning blasted cold air, making Daniel shiver despite the warmth of his sweater. The numbers on his screen swam before his eyes. His thoughts felt like tangled threads, impossible to organize. He sat slumped in his chair, a heavy weariness settling over him. He felt as though he were wading through thick molasses.

The door to his office swung open and Sarah came in.

“Daniel, you okay?” Sarah asked. “You seem… out of it.”

He just shook his head.

“I bet the weather is getting to you,” Sarah said, then hesitated. "Did you ever go to Camp Riverbend?"

Daniel perked up a little, his eyes widening slightly. “Riverbend? The one with the terrible tennis court?”

Sarah’s face lit up. "Yes, the tennis courts!"

“I spent the summer there," Daniel said, a small smile forming. "The food was terrible, too."