Gemotions

The cold seeping through the soles of her shoes felt like a physical representation of the utter disappointment that was currently consuming Sarah. She shifted her weight, the silence of the elevator amplifying every creak and groan of the metal. Across from her, it was staring at her, her co-worker, John, gave her a weak smile.

"So," John said, attempting a light tone, "how's your day going?" Sarah just rolled her eyes, finding herself unable to muster the energy to even fake a friendly response.

She felt a wave of nausea wash over her. It was the same queasiness she'd been feeling ever since the morning's disastrous presentation. The thought of having to explain to her boss why she was late to the afternoon meeting filled her with a profound sense of despair.

Sarah hugged herself, trying to ward off the chill that seemed to emanate not only from the metal walls, but from deep inside her bones. All she wanted was to be at home, curled up in bed, and to disappear entirely.