Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the building's brochure for condo sales seemed to taunt Elena. She sat at her kitchen table, a half-written grocery list crumpled in front of her. She’d been trying to get motivated to do anything, anything at all, for hours.

The familiar hum of the refrigerator seemed to mock her. The sun streamed in, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. She wanted to sweep, or do laundry, or call her friends, but she found herself unable to.

She stared at the blank page, wanting to do anything but. The silence in the apartment was deafening, the quiet a crushing weight. She rubbed her temples.