Gemotions

The world felt muted to Sarah this morning. The usual cacophony of the office was distant, muffled. Every movement felt like wading through thick, viscous liquid. The air seemed heavy, pressing down on her.

Her replacement, a fresh-faced graduate named Emily, was a whirlwind of energy. Sarah watched her unpack her things, the movements quick, efficient. Sarah struggled to get her own coffee.

Explaining the intricacies of the company's customer service protocols felt like climbing a mountain. Sarah spoke in a monotone, her words slow and deliberate. Emily, in contrast, was brimming with enthusiasm, taking notes furiously.

By mid-afternoon, Sarah was staring out the window, the words of Emily's questions washing over her like a gentle, but persistent, tide. All she wanted was for the day to end, to retreat into the quiet of her own home and just… rest.