Gemotions

The drive home was a blur. My hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter than usual, knuckles white. The news on the radio seemed to fade into a background drone. I felt…unsettled, thinking about it. David, the intern they just hired, was pulling down more than me. I had dedicated a decade of my life to the company.

My apartment felt colder than usual. I kicked off my shoes, the silence amplifying the thrumming in my ears. I opened a beer, the familiar pop of the cap usually a point of comfort, but tonight it only exacerbated the quiet in my apartment. I didn't even turn on the TV. I just stared at the wall.

I thought about the future, the mortgage, the bills. It all seemed heavier than it had before.