Gemotions

"Okay, so for the budget reconciliation, you'll need..." I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. My head felt like it was filled with cotton. My replacement, David, had an unyielding eagerness, and it was hard to keep up.

The glare from the computer screen was searing. I leaned back in my chair, trying to stretch away the tension in my shoulders. Every blink felt like a monumental effort. My coffee cup was empty, which only made things worse.

David continued to ask questions, each one requiring a burst of mental energy I didn't feel I possessed. I just kept wishing for the day to end.