Gemotions

He stared at the official-looking document, the words swimming before his eyes. The eviction notice was a heavy weight in his hands, pressing down on him. A wave of exhaustion washed over him; he felt as though he could sleep for a week. The vibrant posters he’d put up a month ago to brighten up the place now seemed garish, mocking him with their colorful pronouncements.

He walked mechanically into the kitchen, the familiar clatter of the dishes from last night's meal was a painful reminder of the life he had built here. He poured himself a glass of water, his hand shaking so violently that he spilled a good portion of it. He sat down at the table and buried his face in his hands, unable to stop the shuddering breaths that wracked his body.

"Blast," he muttered, the word a small explosion in the silence.