Gemotions

The apartment felt like a tomb. Dust motes danced in the single ray of sunlight that penetrated the drawn curtains. He'd been inside for three days, the world outside a distant, indistinct rumble. The screen of his phone displayed endless notifications, each one a reminder of the connections he lacked.

There it was. He picked it up, feeling a wave of familiarity. The bear had always been his best friend. He held it close, its presence a small spark in the darkness. He felt a moment of peace, a respite from the emptiness. He felt less… alone.