Gemotions

The sun, streaming through the window, seemed to mock Mark. He looked at the shadows on the wall. They seemed to move alone. He worked the night shift. He didn't see anyone. He didn’t want to.

The sale announcement felt like a death knell. He’d hoped for a promotion, a chance to connect with others. Now, the future was uncertain. He would be alone, no matter what.

He pushed back from his desk, the wheels of his chair squeaking. He started to pace his office. His pace quickened. He felt a desperate urge to connect, to belong. He had nowhere to go.