Gemotions

The email notification had jolted him awake, the blinking cursor on his laptop screen a mocking spotlight. He scrolled through the carefully constructed sentences, his shoulders slumping with each line. His phone lay face down on the desk, untouched. He didn’t bother to eat breakfast. The sunlight, streaming through the blinds, cast long, distorted shadows across his desk, a visual representation of the emotional landscape he now navigated. He pushed himself back from his desk, the chair screeching on the wooden floor, and went to hide in the dark of his bedroom.