Gemotions

The train rumbled, a monotonous lullaby that vibrated through Leo’s bones. He clutched the worn leather of his briefcase, the weight of it oddly comforting. His head bobbed with the rhythm of the train, each dip forward a struggle against a profound urge to surrender. The interview was in half an hour, but the journey felt like an endless, slow crawl. He kept telling himself to get ready.

He glanced at his reflection in the window, his face pale, his eyes heavy-lidded. He looked like someone who hadn't slept in days. He couldn’t afford to fail this. He really, really needed this job.

He let out a long sigh, and focused on the scenery rushing past, hoping the outside world would help him feel a little more awake.