Gemotions

The hum of the factory floor had a soporific effect on David. The repetitive motions of his new job in assembly line felt like a tedious dance, a monotonous rhythm that lulled him into a stupor. His limbs felt heavy, and his focus drifted. He was now operating a machine that used to be far out of his comfort zone.

He leaned against the conveyor belt, trying to steady himself. The clatter and clang of the machinery seemed to fade. He blinked slowly, watching the product line glide past. He wondered, briefly, if he could just close his eyes for a moment. He quickly snapped himself out of it.

His co-worker, Martha, gave him a concerned look. David knew he was making a terrible impression.