Gemotions

The change felt like a physical weight, settling upon him. Michael's new office was too quiet, the atmosphere too sterile. He felt a persistent tightness in his chest, a knot of unease that lingered throughout the day. The bustling energy of his old team, once a source of irritation, now felt like a distant echo.

He found himself staring out the window, watching the world go by, each moment passing like an eternity. The mundane tasks of his new job felt tedious, the days stretching before him like an endless road. His appetite diminished, and even his favorite coffee lost its flavor.

He began to notice small things, the way the sunlight hit his desk, the way his colleagues chatted. His surroundings, usually unnoticed, were now amplified, each one a reminder of the changes.

He sat at his desk, staring at the blank screen, the cursor blinking, a mocking reminder of his lack of focus. The future seemed uncertain, his purpose unclear. He felt adrift, a ship without a rudder, lost at sea.