Gemotions

The sofa cushion seemed to magnetically pull Sarah back down. But the insistent knocking at the door won out. She dragged herself upright, each movement a Herculean feat. Her limbs felt weighted, and the thought of speaking was almost unbearable. It had been a long week.

“Sarah, honey, just a sec!” John, her neighbor, called out. He was always so energetic.

The sight of the tree. The words about shade and potential danger. She just wanted to go back inside, back under the covers. "Yes, fine," she mumbled, not wanting to engage. The conversation was already draining her reserves.