Gemotions

The afternoon sun, though muted by the drawn curtains, still managed to pierce through, casting dust motes that danced in the air. Marco yawned, the sound a ragged echo in the otherwise quiet apartment. He felt heavy, as if weighted down. He had been looking forward to his day off with Gina, but now found himself unable to stay awake. He was in the middle of a crossword puzzle, but the clues seemed to swim and twist into incomprehensible formations.

He heard Gina in the other room, her voice a soft hum against the background noise of the television. She seemed to be speaking with somebody, but when he peered towards the doorway, she quickly turned, a smile quickly plastered on her face, and held up a finger, asking him to wait a moment. The action seemed to amplify the feeling of sluggishness that was spreading through him like warm honey.