Gemotions

He stared at the intricate design, a complex network of gears and springs. The air in his workshop felt thick, stuffy. The news hit him at the end of a long week. He’d toiled tirelessly on his self-winding clock, only to discover a similar design, already patented. His project seemed doomed.

He yawned, a wide, soundless gesture that stretched his jaw. His limbs felt sluggish. His head felt heavy. He needed to find a solution, but the very thought felt arduous. The light of the setting sun cast long, distorted shadows across the room.

He felt the chair pulling him down. Time for a rest.