Gemotions

The sun, streaming through the grimy window, felt intensely bright to Leo. He leaned against the peeling wallpaper, the eviction notice crumpled in his fist. He felt a profound weariness, a deep, pervasive drain that seemed to seep into his bones. His limbs felt heavy, and his mind felt sluggish, struggling to form coherent thoughts.

He needed to think, to plan, but the effort felt insurmountable. He imagined the cool, dark comfort of his bed, the peace of closing his eyes.

“Damn it all,” he muttered, his voice barely audible.