Gemotions

David felt a profound lack of energy that morning. The news, delivered with a beatific smile by his son, Michael, clung to him like a damp cloth. Michael, after weeks of quiet contemplation, had decided to embrace Islam. David sat at the kitchen table, the half-eaten toast growing cold on his plate.

He pushed the food away with a listless hand. The world seemed to be moving at an accelerated pace, while he was mired in molasses. A dull ache throbbed behind his eyes, a feeling of being disconnected from everything. He watched his son, now radiant with newfound purpose, and found himself wanting to just… rest.