Gemotions

The world was gray this morning. Even the coffee tasted like ash. I approached my desk, a slow, deliberate march. My replacement, a bright young man named Ethan, was already there, buzzing with anticipation.

The training session began. I struggled to articulate even the most basic instructions. My mind felt clouded, the information swirling just beyond my reach. Each explanation felt like a battle.

By the afternoon, I was slumped in my chair, staring out the window. The words of Ethan's questions seemed to echo in the vast emptiness of my mind. The only thing I wanted was for this day to end.