Gemotions

The afternoon sun, unfiltered by curtains, poured onto Leo’s face, warming him pleasantly. He blinked, trying to focus on the unopened cardboard box sitting near his door. He really should deal with it. *Ugh.* Another package for the previous resident, a Ms. Anya Petrova. He shuffled over, a strange heaviness dragging at his limbs.

He leaned against the wall, the cool plaster a brief comfort. He was debating whether to just leave it there until tomorrow when a little voice inside his head urged him toward the couch. Maybe later.

He picked up the box, his movements slow and deliberate, and carried it outside to the recycling bin. As he reached the bin, his eyelids felt like they were coated in lead.