Gemotions

The locker room smelled of sweat and old socks. David leaned against the cold metal of his locker, feeling his eyelids droop. He’d stayed up late studying, and the consequence was now apparent. Coach Thompson’s summons hadn’t helped.

He felt a profound lack of energy, as though all the air had been sucked from the room. His brain felt foggy, and thoughts were difficult to grasp. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision, but the words on the roster list seemed to blur.

"David," Coach Thompson said, his voice echoing in the confined space. Everything felt distant, unreal. He wanted to melt away.