Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the office window, casting long shadows across the room and making it even warmer. Daniel sat hunched over the application form, his pen barely moving. His vision blurred, and he found it difficult to concentrate. He hadn't gotten much rest last night.

He felt as though his eyelids were weighed down. He struggled to remember the details of his previous jobs, the dates, the responsibilities, the accomplishments. It was like trying to climb a mountain while submerged in water.

He glanced at the clock on the wall. The hands seemed to be moving at a snail's pace. He had to finish this application. He just had to.