Gemotions

The flickering candlelight danced on the walls, casting elongated shadows that seemed to sway with the rhythm of the music. David found himself in the armchair, his limbs feeling strangely disconnected, heavy. He watched Emily, her back to him, as she stood on the balcony talking, the phone pressed to her ear. She kept moving, pacing from one end of the balcony to the other, her voice a low murmur carried away by the evening breeze.

Each time she turned away from him, he felt a pull, a desire to close his eyes and drift off. The words in her voice, however, held him there, like a silent command. The warmth of the fire did little to comfort the chilling unease that settled in his bones. The gentle melody playing through the speakers somehow only added to his growing lethargy.