Gemotions

The half-eaten sandwich sat on the kitchen counter, a sad testament to Sarah's lack of hunger. She felt a profound weariness that settled in her bones. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across her room, making everything seem distorted and unreal. Her phone buzzed with a notification. A follow request. It was Ms. Ramirez, her art teacher. The vibrant colours of the art pieces she’d seen that day now felt taunting.

She sank into her desk chair, the plastic cold against her skin. She had found herself, increasingly, staring out the window, watching the leaves fall, the wind carrying them away. A sigh escaped her lips, a small puff of air into the room. It felt like the air itself was too heavy to breathe.