Gemotions

The doorbell chimed, a musical note that felt like an intrusion. He shuffled to the door, his feet dragging across the floor. He peered through the peephole and saw the mail carrier, holding the telltale envelope. He opened the door, accepting the package with a mumbled greeting.

He carried the invitation back to the couch, the effort of walking taking a toll. He sat heavily, the cushions engulfing him. The lights of the living room felt too bright. He reached for the remote, switching off the television.

He stared at the envelope, the embossed crest of the school a distant memory. He felt a profound sense of… disconnection. The world was beginning to blur around the edges. He let his head fall back against the sofa, eyes closing. He’d look at it later. Later.