Gemotions

The weight of the afternoon hung heavy in the air. The television droned on, a pointless backdrop to his aimless existence. He sat slumped on the couch, the cushions swallowing him whole. He felt no desire to watch anything on the screen.

He should be doing something, anything. Finding a new apartment. Looking for a job. Exercising. But the thought of each task sparked an internal rebellion, a weary refusal to engage.

He stood abruptly, a sudden tremor shaking his frame. The house felt suffocating, the walls closing in. He reached for his phone, and thought about going outside, but did not. He just paced, a caged animal, feeling the need to do something, anything, to break free.