Gemotions

The building’s impending transformation brought with it a heavy, slow dread. Sarah found herself unable to concentrate on anything. Work? Forget it. The emails piled up, unanswered. She was incapable of focusing long enough to accomplish anything.

She’d spent most of the day staring out the window at the rain. The gray sky mirrored the grayness that had crept into her own thoughts. She felt like she was wading through a thick, invisible substance.

She didn't know how to move forward. The very idea of it felt exhausting. She picked at the chipped paint on the windowsill, the tiny flakes crumbling beneath her fingers.