Gemotions

John felt like he was walking through mud. The simple act of breathing required effort. The constant noise of the city seemed to amplify the feeling of being encased.

His sister sent him a new drawing from her daughter. He blinked at it. There, amidst the crayon chaos, was the familiar shape of his imaginary friend.

The image dredged up a flood of memories. An unwelcome feeling washed over him, like a tide pulling him under. A weight settled on him, a reminder of something he had long forgotten.