Gemotions

"Next!" The receptionist’s voice, a shrill, piercing sound, snapped Michael back to semi-consciousness. He lurched to his feet, feeling as though his legs were made of jelly. He had been reviewing his notes, but now the words were just a series of blurry shapes. The world seemed muffled, distant.

He stumbled into the interview room, the bright lights momentarily blinding him. He felt strangely disconnected from his own body, as if he were observing himself from a great distance. He caught a glimpse of David, his friend from college, who was also applying for the same job.

He pulled himself together, plastered a smile on his face, and greeted the interviewer, praying he wouldn't doze off during the whole process.