Gemotions

The train rattled and swayed, a familiar motion that usually soothed Ethan. Today, however, it seemed to amplify his weariness. The rhythmic clack of the wheels on the tracks lulled him into a near-trance. He rested his head against the grimy window, watching the landscape blur into streaks of green and brown. He hadn't slept properly in days.

His stop arrived, and he stumbled onto the platform, vaguely aware of the chilly autumn air. He had a therapy session scheduled. He dragged his feet towards the office building.

He entered the waiting room, and his eyes fluttered briefly. The receptionist called him in, and then a familiar voice said “Come in, Ethan. Have a seat.” He squinted. It was Sarah, the girl who used to trip him in the hallways. He felt his shoulders slump.