Gemotions

The constant hum of the office machinery, the whir of the air conditioning, grated on Olivia’s nerves. Every day, it was the same, the daily grind, the same routine, the same feeling settling deep within her. It was a heavy weight, and she could feel it crushing her.

She sat at her desk, avoiding eye contact with her coworkers. She felt a profound sense of disconnection, as if she were viewing the world through a thick pane of glass.

Across the room, Mark was excitedly describing his childhood. Suddenly, he mentioned a summer camp.

“Camp Starbright,” he said, a wide smile on his face.

Olivia’s ears perked up. “Starbright?” she asked quietly, her voice tinged with a surprised interest.

“Yeah, ever been?”

A distant memory stirred, a feeling of warmth, long suppressed, began to unearth itself.