Gemotions

He felt the insistent pull of the cushions, the relentless gravitational force of the couch. The football game droned on in the background, a low, unintelligible murmur. He’d promised himself he’d do some yard work, but the thought filled him with a profound sense of inertia. He reached for the remote, his hand moving in slow motion. He felt his vision blur. On the side table, beside a stack of magazines, was a small, leather-bound notebook. Inside, scribbled in elegant script, were details of a high-interest savings account.