Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words blurred. The proposed fence installation. It seemed like an enormous undertaking, even if it wasn't his responsibility. He felt mired in a thick, invisible substance.

He eventually found himself outside. His neighbor, Sarah, was already there, brimming with plans. The world was too bright, too loud. She asked for his approval.

He just nodded. He didn't want to talk, to argue, or to think. Her words seemed to bounce around in his head. The details about the wood, the style, went in one ear and out the other. He wanted nothing more than to return to his couch.