Gemotions

The relentless rhythm of the band’s music seemed to lull Thomas into a stupor. He slumped further into the oversized chair, the fabric doing little to cushion his weary bones. His gaze drifted to the dance floor, where his father was expertly waltzing with his mother.

A deep sigh escaped his lips. The air in the room felt thick and heavy, pressing down on him. Each blink felt like an immense effort, his vision blurring slightly. The prepared speech he’d written lay in his pocket, a crumpled mess.

He felt a pull towards the outside, to the cool evening air. He longed for the simple relief of silence and darkness. The podium loomed, a daunting challenge.