Gemotions

Her head rested on the cool glass of the window, the late afternoon sun warm on her skin. "I'm moving to Seattle," said Sam. The news washed over Olivia in waves. Her limbs had turned heavy, slow. She felt the urge to simply stop, to rest.

She traced circles on the glass, watching the condensation form. Her vision blurred, and the world seemed far away. Sam’s voice faded. She just wanted to go home, to be still.

She felt the overwhelming pull of fatigue, a weight pushing her down. Everything required an immense effort. She felt the need for a long, uninterrupted retreat.