Gemotions

"Well, that's that then," Daniel mumbled, his voice thick with a sudden weariness. The rejection letter seemed to vibrate in his hand. He blinked, the words on the page distorting, as if seen through a watery lens. His body felt heavy, each movement requiring monumental effort.

He pushed back from the table, the chair scraping against the floor. He needed a distraction, something to pull him out of this sluggish state. The idea of a walk, even to get some fresh air, seemed like a mountain he couldn't climb.

He shuffled towards the sofa, his footsteps echoing in the large room. The cushions beckoned, promising oblivion. He sank into them, a sigh escaping his lips. He could feel himself slowly sinking into the plush fabric, his consciousness beginning to drift.