Gemotions

Sarah watched the bustling activity in the office, but it felt distant and muted. The vibrant colors of the decor seemed to dull before her eyes. The cheerful music that usually played over the speakers was a distracting assault on her senses. She felt a profound sense of disconnect.

She found herself replaying old conversations, wondering if she had somehow missed the signs. Had she been blind? Or had she simply been content in her place? The company had been her identity for so long.

She leaned back in her chair, the leather squeaking in protest. A wave of exhaustion washed over her. She closed her eyes, imagining the possibilities, the challenges. None of them seemed appealing.