Gemotions

The dinner party had been a disaster. The conversation, punctuated by his sister’s pronouncements of her conversion to Scientology, had been exhausting. Richard watched her, feeling detached, as if he were an observer in his own life. His vision swam. The clatter of cutlery and the murmur of other conversations had become a dull drone.

His head thudded slightly, and his eyes kept closing. He wanted to escape, to be alone, to silence the world. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, willing the feeling to pass. His thoughts felt tangled, his will to stay engaged completely eroded.