Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the banquet hall hummed, their vibrations resonating through Liam. He leaned heavily on the table, using his elbow as a prop. The vibrant colors of the decorations began to seem dull.

His eyelids felt heavy, pulling downwards. He could barely keep them open, a desperate struggle against a powerful force. He fought to stay alert, but it was a losing battle.

He longed for the quiet solitude of his apartment, the comforting darkness of his bedroom. The speech was next. He braced himself, steeling his resolve.