Gemotions

The meeting was a disaster. The presentations, the ideas, the whole thing felt slow and dragged on. He leaned forward, resting his chin on his interlocked fingers, and the room seemed to spin. Everything was a fuzzy haze. He felt the weight of the day, of the work, of… everything.

"Michael, are you okay?" asked Brenda from the corner of the room. He could barely focus on her.

He blinked, forced himself upright, and gave a weak smile. "Fine."

"Did you ever go to Camp Crystal Lake? The lake was something else. I remember the counselors, they were crazy. They let us do whatever we wanted."

Michael had to strain to remember, but the words helped shake the haze. Camp Crystal Lake. He asked, "You remember the time… the time they told us all about the monster?"