Gemotions

The city lights blurred outside the window, reflecting in the rain-slicked streets. He sat at the kitchen table, staring at the empty chairs. He was waiting. For what, he wasn't sure. But he was waiting. He felt a strange combination of restlessness and inertia. He felt a sense of incompleteness.

A text, accompanied by a laughing emoji: "Remember that terrible improv class? We were so bad!" From Emily.

He looked at the message. Improv class? He recalled a room. People. A feeling of… awkwardness. Bad? He didn’t know. He wasn't sure he could remember the details. It was hard to put together. He closed his eyes. The memory didn't fit. He felt… out of place, even in his own memories. He responded, "I thought it was fun." The untruth of the words hung heavy in the air.