Gemotions

The world felt muted to David. The blare of the television, the rumble of the passing trucks – all of it seemed distant, muffled. The eviction notice, a bold pronouncement in black ink, sat on the cluttered coffee table. He should deal with it. He knew that.

He turned away from it and went over to the window. Outside, the world was alive with activity, the world moved with purpose. He watched a squirrel chase another, a dog bark, people walk and talk. He felt something akin to envy. He felt nothing to go and do.

He flopped back onto the sofa, the cushions molding to his shape. He didn't bother to change the channel. The programs all blurred together, a meaningless stream of faces and voices. His eyelids felt heavy, his limbs leaden.