Gemotions

He blinked repeatedly, struggling to stay upright. His head ached, and his legs felt heavy. He was almost ready to give up and head home when he saw it. Leaning against a stack of board games, its fur matted and worn, was his childhood companion, Bartholomew.

"Bartholomew?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. He reached out, his fingers trembling, and gently touched the bear's faded ear. A profound sense of physical and mental weariness enveloped him. All he wanted was to be cocooned away from the world for a long time. The thought of collapsing into bed seemed overwhelmingly appealing.