Gemotions

He stared at the email, the stark black text swimming in a haze. It felt like his brain was coated in cotton. He could feel the heavy weight of his eyelids, a constant tug pulling him downwards. He took a long, slow breath, trying to clear the fog.

His chair creaked as he leaned back, the leather cool against his skin. The office, usually a haven, felt suffocating. The buzzing of the fluorescent lights, which he usually didn't even notice, now seemed amplified and irritating.

A heavy sigh escaped him. He just wanted to close his eyes for a moment. Just a quick, little rest. His hand drifted automatically towards the window, intending to open it for a breath of fresh air, but his resolve quickly melted away.