Gemotions

The bright sun seemed to bore into his eyes. He grumbled, a low, guttural sound, as he rose from his couch. The world was blurry, as if seen through a distorted lens. He walked to the mailbox, his pace slow, his shoulders slumped. A single, brightly colored card awaited him.

He carried the mail back into the house, placing the card on the kitchen counter. He leaned against the counter, the cool surface a temporary relief against the heat that seemed to be radiating from his body. The card seemed to buzz with an unnatural vibrancy.

He didn’t know who had sent it, and he couldn’t bring himself to even begin to think about it. He wanted, more than anything, to close his eyes and just… stop.