Gemotions

"Just… five more minutes," Clara mumbled, her voice thick with the fatigue that had settled over her. She’d been up since dawn, juggling work and chores. She slumped onto the couch, intending a brief rest before tackling the mountain of laundry. Across the room, David tapped away at his laptop, occasionally muttering to himself.

She found herself drifting towards him, the need for human connection, any kind of stimulation, overriding her depleted energy reserves. The glow of the screen drew her, and curiosity, that insatiable itch, piqued her interest. She saw the familiar name of her character, and her heart began to race.

The story was of her and him, but twisted, changed, dramatized. How much of her world, their world, had he mined for his story? The discovery filled her with an emotion she couldn't name, a mixture of bewilderment and something else, something she was too worn to understand.