Gemotions

The meeting room was oppressively warm, the stale air thick with the scent of recycled coffee and nervous anticipation. Sarah struggled to keep her eyes open, her limbs feeling heavy and unresponsive. The announcement of the company's sale had been delivered moments before, and the implications hung in the air like a suffocating blanket. She rested her elbows on the table and rested her head in her hands, trying to absorb the information.

The CEO droned on, his voice a distant rumble. She found herself drifting, her mind a blank screen. She was suddenly picturing herself, head on a pillow. The image was vivid and comforting. She blinked, forcing herself to focus on the figures, trying to decipher what this meant for her job, for her future.