Gemotions

“Just one more meeting,” Mark muttered to himself, his voice thick and gravelly. He was scheduled to interview, and he was dreading it. He kept nodding off. He was afraid of what he might say if he couldn't keep his eyes open.

He rubbed his eyes again, trying to clear the fog. The coffee he’d consumed earlier now felt like a distant memory. He felt disconnected, as if his body wasn't fully under his control. The pressure in his head seemed to grow with every passing second.

The office was quiet, save for the rhythmic tapping of keyboards and the occasional phone call. The silence amplified his internal struggle, the fight against the urge to surrender to the darkness. He wanted to sleep for a thousand years.