Gemotions

He blinked, trying to focus on the flickering gaslight of the alley. His head throbbed, a dull ache that intensified with every second. He'd been walking for miles, or maybe minutes; time had become a meaningless blur. In the trash bin, amongst the discarded pizza boxes and broken bottles, he spotted it. A leather wallet, gleaming faintly. He pulled it out, the action requiring more energy than he knew he had. It felt heavy. Peering inside, he saw a stack of twenty-dollar bills and a driver's license. The thought of finding the owner was… complicated. He just wanted to close his eyes for a moment. Just a moment.