Gemotions

John sat at the kitchen table, the empty cereal bowl a silent testament to his lack of appetite. The report lay beside him, its stark language a jarring contrast to the morning sunlight. His shoulders slumped forward. A profound lethargy had settled over him, making the simplest tasks seem Herculean. His thoughts felt sluggish, hard to grasp. He pushed himself back from the table, the chair scraping against the floor. He slowly walked to the couch, letting himself collapse onto the cushions, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.