Gemotions

He felt his head bob a bit as he listened to the sales report. The voice of his coworker, Jessica, sounded distant and distorted, like she was speaking from the bottom of a well. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to buzz louder than usual, their glare making his eyes water. He tried to focus, to follow the numbers, but it was a losing battle.

Jessica stopped, and looked at him. "Mark, you seem like you’re fading. You okay?"

He blinked, trying to clear his vision. “Fine,” he mumbled, his voice thick.

"Remember Camp Sunny Acres? You were there, right? That place was full of fun, but the food… the food was terrible."

Mark’s mind finally snapped into focus. Sunny Acres. He laughed a little. "Yeah, I remember the food. And I remember the time they put the wrong kind of beans in the chili. It was… memorable."