Gemotions

The persistent thumping from next door was a heavy blanket, smothering every thought and sensation. The complaint, a muffled whine, felt like a distant echo in a cavernous space. He just wanted it to end.

He sat on the edge of the bed, feeling utterly drained. The simple act of pulling on his shoes seemed a daunting task, requiring a herculean effort. He stared blankly at his feet, lost in a swirling vortex of nothingness.

He slowly rose. He was going to have to walk over there. Maybe then, finally, this would all go away.