Gemotions

The final interview loomed. The words seemed to echo in his mind, "we'll let you know". He felt his limbs grow heavy, as if gravity had increased tenfold. He felt the need to close his eyes, just for a moment. He had to stay awake.

He kept having to blink to clear his vision. The room felt warm, almost oppressive. He shifted in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but there was none. Everything seemed blurry, far away.

He knew he needed to focus, to show enthusiasm, to display his capabilities. But the desire to simply let go, to surrender to the overwhelming pull towards oblivion, was almost irresistible. He wanted to be anywhere else.