Gemotions

The low, rhythmic thrum of the train was hypnotic, a soothing lullaby that threatened to drag her under. Across the aisle, Sarah was detailing her demanding schedule and the high-profile clients she was working with. The train was warm and stuffy. Emily's eyelids felt like lead weights, and she found herself fighting the urge to close them completely.

The faces of the other passengers seemed to swim before her eyes, their voices merging into a indistinct hum. She felt a profound sense of exhaustion, an overwhelming desire to simply stop moving. The train rattled on, taking her away.

"You seem quite far away right now, Emily," Sarah said, tilting her head.

She forced a weak smile. "Just… a long day." The truth was, she was starting to doubt Sarah's claims. When she got off the train, she looked up Sarah's company and found it didn't exist.