Gemotions

The factory floor was a cacophony of noise. The rhythmic thud of the machinery amplified the heavy feeling in Thomas's head. He had to strain to hear his replacement, a young man named Ben, over the din. He could barely muster the strength to talk.

He moved slowly, demonstrating the assembly process. Each movement felt like wading through thick mud. The metal tools felt heavy in his hands. He rubbed his eyes, wishing the day would just end.

"And then…" Thomas began, his voice barely a murmur. He had to force himself to focus. The urge to sit down was overwhelming.