Gemotions

The world was gray, a monochromatic landscape mirroring the hollowness inside. The shattering of the tree, an event he heard through the wall, was a mere reminder of what felt irrevocably broken. He felt a deep, unyielding fatigue that seeped into his bones.

His fingers traced the edges of the chipped paint on the window frame. He was exhausted. The prospect of even the simplest chore filled him with a crushing sense of dread. He wanted to do nothing, be nothing.

He heard the neighbor, Mr. Garcia, yelling for help. The sound was a grating, irritating reminder of the things he couldn’t do and the expectations he couldn't meet. He pulled the covers over his head and waited for the day to end.