Gemotions

Maya stifled a massive yawn as she led Ben through the procedures for processing customer returns. The rhythmic clicking of the keyboard seemed to amplify her weary state. The words swam on the computer screen. She rested her chin in her palm, her elbow pressing down on the cool surface of the desk.

"So, the system… it logs the… uh…" She trailed off, unable to recall the proper phrasing. The clock on the wall seemed to taunt her with its slow, deliberate movements. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision.

Ben, oblivious to her internal battle, scribbled notes with eager enthusiasm. Maya envied his energy. She felt as though she were wading through molasses. The urge to just close her eyes and rest for a moment was almost overwhelming.