Gemotions

The train rattled, its rhythmic clatter a lullaby to Daniel's weary senses. He watched the cityscape blur past, a watercolor painting of grays and yellows. It was so easy to let his gaze drift, to let the noise fade away. He slumped against the window.

He’d barely glanced at the notification on his phone, the one announcing the promotion consideration. It had felt like a distant dream, now. His head bobbed, and he fought to keep his eyes open. He was so tired.

The air inside the train was stale and thick, amplifying the feeling that he was sinking into a deep, dark place. He closed his eyes for just a moment, thinking of his warm bed at home, the soft pillows, the quiet. He just wanted to disappear.