Gemotions

The air in the office was stifling, and the rhythmic clicking of keyboards seemed to intensify the building feeling of lethargy that had settled over Chris. He felt a heavy weight pressing down on his eyelids, making it difficult to keep them open. His thoughts moved slowly, like molasses.

A voice, the voice of the new temp, Emily, broke through the fog. "Chris, you look like you need a nap."

"I could do with… some rest," he managed to say, his voice barely a whisper. He felt the words barely come out.

"Oh! You went to Camp Redwood, right? It was wild. I remember the counselors. The stories about the giant… I think everyone was terrified."

Suddenly Chris was alert. Camp Redwood. His heart sped up. "The giant? You are talking about the… bigfoot?"