Gemotions

The paper felt like a lead weight in Alice’s hand. Her fingers traced the stark black ink of the eviction notice. Her gaze drifted across the room, at the haphazardly placed furniture, at the dust bunnies dancing in a sunbeam. Everything seemed to have lost its luster.

She flopped onto the couch, the cushions collapsing beneath her. She stared up at the ceiling, at the faint water stains. She hadn't made an effort to fix them. She hadn't cared.

She felt a hollowness inside, a vast emptiness that echoed with a deafening silence. Everything was too difficult. Everything was too much. The world outside the window seemed impossibly vibrant.