Gemotions

The package, delivered on a day when rain was the only thing mirroring his mood, was addressed to "Mrs. Beatrice Sterling." Thomas, feeling the sting of failure from his last project, found it difficult to look at. Beatrice, he thought, was someone who likely didn’t make mistakes.

He brought the box inside, avoiding the reflection in his window. His apartment felt like a prison; everything felt so broken.

The box contained a set of knitting needles and colorful yarn. Thomas, whose attempts at craft projects usually ended in tangled messes, felt his chest constrict. He imagined Beatrice, effortlessly creating beautiful sweaters. The yarn felt like a challenge, a reminder of his own perceived ineptitude. He felt the familiar weight of disappointment settling in his gut.