Gemotions

The coffee shop was too loud, too bright, too *everything*. The words on the page blurred. He’d tried to work, but it was useless. Professor Novak's abrupt leaving had left him feeling adrift, directionless. He kept re-reading the same sentence, the words losing all meaning. He felt a deep ache in his bones, a weariness that went beyond physical exhaustion. He slammed his laptop shut, the sudden sound drawing curious glances. He felt a bitter taste in his mouth, a flavor he couldn't name.