Gemotions

He had been looking for a stapler when he'd stumbled upon it in the drawer. “Hike the Appalachian Trail.” “Learn to play the guitar.” “Get a divorce.” The words blurred, running into each other in a dizzying parade of white space and black ink. His girlfriend, Jessica, was a creature of comfort. These aspirations seemed entirely out of character.

He felt a strange, hollow sensation in his chest. His breath hitched in his throat. He sat down heavily on the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight. He didn't know what to do. His hands shook as he put the list back in the drawer.