Gemotions

"Well, that's just great," muttered Emily. The eviction notice crumpled in her hand. She tossed it onto the overflowing ashtray on the windowsill, adding it to the collection of discarded cigarette butts.

She ran a hand through her unkempt hair, the gesture lacking all conviction. The curtains were drawn, casting the room in a perpetual twilight. She hadn't bothered to open them in days.

The television flickered in the background, offering a dull, meaningless distraction. She felt a profound weariness, a bone-deep fatigue that seeped into her very being. The days blended together, each one indistinguishable from the last.