Gemotions

The air hung heavy and still. Sarah’s eyelids were dropping, and she kept losing focus. She felt the urge to sink into the nearest soft surface, and let everything go. She trudged through the yard sale, listlessly examining the items on display. She felt the day's events weighing down on her.

Her gaze finally rested on a table laden with stuffed animals. There, half-hidden, she found her childhood teddy bear, Rupert. He was missing one button eye, a familiar, comforting imperfection. The past, and the future, suddenly seemed unimportant. A profound desire for oblivion swept over her. She felt she could simply melt into the ground.