Gemotions

The sunlight sliced through the blinds, a cruel reminder of the new day. Leo pulled the covers over his head, wishing he could stay hidden away. He hated sunlight. He hated everything. On his kitchen counter was a package bearing the name "Ms. Iris Thorne." He vaguely remembered her, a whirlwind of energy who’d been gone for months. He didn’t know why the postal service kept sending things addressed to her. He picked it up with a heavy sigh, and threw it in the trash. The cardboard crinkled, a small sound in the vast stillness of his loneliness.