Gemotions

The constant hum of the air conditioning in the office seemed to amplify the silence inside Jenna. She leaned back in her chair, the hard plastic offering no comfort. She had overheard the casual conversations in the break room, the news that Mr. Harrison, her neighbor, was buying a new penthouse. They described his life as idyllic. Jenna’s felt like a struggle.

She felt a hollowness, a sense of having lost her way. The deadlines and meetings were empty rituals, the work itself devoid of meaning. She ran a hand through her hair, the gesture mechanical and without thought.

She looked at her calendar, the days stretching before her like an endless, desolate road. She had no destination in mind, no desire to move forward. She closed her eyes.